I adore the way the
Presence of a toddler; little

Diaper steps from something to
Something else

Softens the eyes of grandmothers
Smiling between themselves

Remembering their grown
Children

As not.
Paper-skin hands

Veins of deepest ancient blue
Holding love so old

For small things.
New things.

Fresh, little human being
Royalty in our eyes.

Commanding
Without knowing.

Heart itself on two
Tiny legs.

He sits alone.
One of the sweetest guys in the world.
Passed over by many lovely girls.

He hear the remarks.
He see the looks.
But has the kindest heart upon this earth.

You date the cute guy just for looks.
Care not if they cheaters or abusive in the least.
Many you have dated simply because your friends speaks that he's handsome.

But he looks at others and careless if you notice.
Now ask yourself?
Who really Mister Ugly?

Jesus, could take a sad tale and turn it into a tale.
One with a teachable lesson that grandparents mainly tell.

Jesus, change things with power and laying of hands that many today still sermonize upon.

We must fight for JESUS like he's constantly fighting for us.

I stay awake awaiting sleep
or a reply.
the door keeps on knocking,
Friends to let the world in
And within my best interest.

I hide as the music plays on
only to answer as they walk away.
I deadbolt the door
only the want of a chime
And car alarms to keep me awake.

I want her to say it's all right
that I go for awhile
I want her to comfort and assure me
that it was a mistake
to leave him and that she doesn't need me.

And I want the guilt to stop rising
Throbbing
As the car doors keep slamming
as the front door keeps knocking.

I started out a friend
from the other side I came calling
And fed my own ends
only to beg for forgiveness
And hide behind my door
that remains unshattered

before I can rest
the porch creeps three times,
then once, sounds of wooden footsteps.
I shut out the light
And see a glow from a message
bury it in the couch
fore there is no happy ending
Only guilt and fear of truth
as the car doors keep slamming.

No sleep
Always thirsty
Left with poison drink to quench him.

Left scars
      Of all kinds
In and out his body.

I planned a ******,
And everyone is watching.

I found a man all alone
No marks upon his wrist
No constant chimes; un-alert
Silence found in empty pockets.

No peace,
Flooded by noise
Even just to sell him something

Dull the mind
Familiar scenes
Destroy that urge to be somebody

I planned a ******,
And everyone is watching.

I weighed him down
With guilt and secrets
Made him work to earn his prison.
Swapped his foods with garbage
Now he's weak, and always eating.

No trust
Always anxious
Heart racing through finite beats

I hid behind that boy's eyes
And prayed he'd never seek me.

I planned a ******
And everyone is watching

Hey
Wrong number
                                        >   Maybe not.
Is there an in-between?

It's safer that we're strangers..
But can I tell you of my dream?

I glimpsed her amongst the stars
A light piercing through the seams.

Threw myself into the sky and missed..

My world goes silent.


Bleak as I'm floating..


Shrinking.
                           
                                            >   I'm busy

When I feel on my neck
My babies breath
When she thinks I'm asleep
And plants a kiss on my head
When she fills the air
With her tumultuous laugh
As she winks at me
Without a word being said
When she gives me much more
Than I should be allowed
When I feel her warmth
In a winter's crowd
When she gives me a clue
To her mysteries found

These are the things
That I smile about

When she reaches for me
And takes hold of my hand
As she gives me one more
When I thought none were left
When she saves for the last
Her very best
When she opens up pieces
I haven't yet met
When there's the slightest of turns
On the edge of her mouth
When she whispers to me
And removes any doubt
When she shows me the treasures
I could never have found

These are the things
That I smile about