Voices blurring
Secrets passing
Dripping through
the coffee filters.
Pooling in
heatproof glass.
Relationships being built
strengthened
raising to new levels
like steam on hot milk.
Stories woven
like the skilled baristas.
Not missing a beat,
not spilling a drop.

Waiting at an auto place
Mourning the decline of the horse
as good a ride as any
except if they went lame.

An artist’s greatest gift
is solitude they say,
but I see nothing springing forth
from these lonely hands of mine...

nothing but a longing for you.
A longing void that no fancy words
can fill...

And so it had begun
that frightful flutter in my heart
I had long dreaded it
feeling the responsibility to great.
Feeling myself not ready
no more was I now.
To take another human’s heart
in your hands
and freely give them yours?
Madness, sheer insanity.
"Do not awaken love until she please."
wasn’t that in the bible somewhere?
To late now to wait for
loves delicate advances.
full blazing passion was in my vains now.
I couldn’t stop the race of it to my heart
even if I wanted to
Madness, sheer insanity.

Sometimes the inadequacy
is so overwhelming, it just consumes you
and at 1 am you’re curled up in a ball
crying your heart out
wishing this was eternity already
that in all this pain and sorrow
you could just find some light..
An inner strength
a belief in yourself
but more often then not
all you can hear are the voices in your head
running through the list of
stupid things you did
and said the day before.
And you wish you could just
shut it all out
and fall asleep for a few
precious hours of silence.

Looking at the world
through sunglasses,
the brown tint of a polaroid photo.
I hear nothing but
the wind in my ear creating white noise,
blocking everything else out.

Sometimes God let’s you go through hard situations
to let you see a sign
of his power
his love
him.
Like he hardened pharaoh’s heart
working through a stuttering man
he let his glory shine through.
Like he brought Naomi back in mourning
to start a lineage in Ruth
of mighty kings of God.
Like he sacrificed his Son for all
to cross the separation of sin to make a way.
Sometimes God let’s you go through hard situations
to create in you a fire
a desire welling up
reaching out
for him.

Sometimes the heart longs
for another home
the home where all the kindred souls  
it never met on this earth
gather beneath the stars
talking in meaningful conversation.
The home where the beautiful mingles with the eternal
And laughing and talking with Jesus,
there are no more tears, fear
or the  pain of rejection.
Only beauty and love in His presence,
washing us clean.
We go through life looking for this place
when all along, we know….
we were never meant for this world,  
and our souls long for our heavenly home.

Tiny hands and blooming smiles
the innocence and trust of a child.
To be that young again,
pleased with the simplest of things.
Laughter and arms up lifted for a ride.
Content to be carried along
secure in your faith,
minuscule worries.

The way the sun filters
through the window,
switching over the dashboard
as we change directions.
Creating freckles on your skin.
The way it makes your hair glint
red,
spreading out to flicker in your
eyes.

The wind makes a funny
pattern along your skin,
swirling up to wrap
around your neck like a scarf.
Whipping around to tug at your ears.

Oh to dissolve into a soft night sky
while yet the sunset is on the horizon.
To be the first pinpricks
of light to appear.
Wishes freely given.
Oh to be dark clouds
against a darker blue.
Spreading out to touch
the upper atmosphere.

I have the feeling of being a stagnant pool,
watching life go on around me.
Waiting for some pebble
that never drops,
to spread ripples along my surface.
Don’t get me wrong,
I’m not unhappy,
I just feel that there
should be more to life then this…
I don’t know what.
I look back and I can’t say
I’ve accomplished much of anything.
I am not well know and have few friends.
I know I’m young,
but I am so aware of my life slipping away,
day by day.
Change affects me slowly and in small ways.
I can hardly perceive it,
waiting seems all I can do.
So I wait….for life.

As humans we are always reaching for the stars,
searching for an all-mighty power.
In stretching for eternity,
we often miss the life of the man
sent to take away our sins
and show us the love of God.
The very one who breathed
the stars to which we look.

In a world screaming at us to be the same
I want to celebrate being different.
My dear friends,
don't let anyone ever talk you into being the same.
Your difference is what makes you unique.
And what so many people are looking for today
is someone who is uniquely different.
Your perspective,
Your creativity,
are yours alone.
No one in the world sees things the way you can,
if you choose.

The rain dripped from the tall trees,
pattering onto her dark hood,
rolling to land on her nose
making her sneeze.
Her boots squished in the wet needles at her feet.

Hand out the window
treading air.
No seat belts and country songs
filtered through the radio.
Cornfields racing by in the peripheral.

I was quite in love,
with your old truck's feel.

I'm trying to believe that change is good.
That this heartache will strengthen me
if only I can push through it.
We all crave change and yet
when it comes we cling to the old.
We beat change back and tell the future we aren't ready
...we're never ready.

I could have stood there for hours
listening to the owls love song ring across the barren fields,
but my ears and fingers were freezing.
I tried to rub some warmth back into them,
straining to hear the birds again,
but all was still.
The only sound-the falling snow hitting the firs.
The owls had gone.

What couple danced to this records gay tune?
Who enjoyed this story long a go told?
Two things never stop giving pleasure, they never die
A well told tale, igniting our imagination.
A tune of beautiful composition, evoking emotion.

She paints the walls
creating a clean canvas for her thoughts.
Words slip through her mind
she reaches, they elude her
Her train of thought is gone
Left with nothing but the feeling
of something dear, now lost.
She waits...
for the words to flock again.
Flooding her mind like a murmuration
crowding to overflow her pen
and spill onto the paper.

The flow of words penned by another human being,
describing what you feel.
The moment of connectedness,
when you know you're not alone.
The experience of loving someone for their feelings.
Saying to oneself "ahh...so that's what that is.
The thoughts of my mind formed by your pen."

I've swallowed the pill
and it's a bitter one
containing all the lies
you've ever told.
Stuck in this whirlpool of doubt
I can't see a way out.
I find the pill is turning
sweet as sugar in my mouth.
I'm spiraling out of control.
To late to stop my decent.
I'm just waiting for the crash
as I hit the end of the tunnel.
But I'm struggling
tasting the bitterness
again and again.

And so the summer ends
with a sparkle and a bang.
The brilliant flash of a firecracker
a pleasure gone to soon.
The time has flown
and now goodbyes must be said.
As the Autumn creeps back to chill.
I'll wait for the snow
and its soft falling.
To bring me back my darling,
so wait for me by the sycamore tree.
As the leaves turn green once more
and the spring will bloom for us, dear.
The spring will bloom for us.

Evil hides in the darkness
and I've tried so hard,
my dear,
to make you see
your black thoughts rear their head.
I'm the knight
and the dragons are all around you.
Your emotions curl and hiss
and all I have is a spear.
But I'm afraid to strike, my darling.
I'm afraid to charge.
Seeing they're so wrapped around you.
I've failed to be your shining knight
because all I'm fighting is your
black twin,
and sometimes I can't see the
difference between the two.

The times we laughed
and I thought you my friend
must have been special only to me,
have you so soon forgotten
our time together?
You abandon me for more popular fellows.
But I can tell you now
they won't be half as faithful
as I would have been.
Taking and never giving
they'll talk about you behind your back.
Remember me
when the whispers leak back
to surround you,when their twisted lies
form as truth in your mind.
Remember there was once one
who thought you beautiful.