I ponder,
if he is looking down on me.
Wondering if he made the right choice.
This precious talent -- going to waste,
out of fear; it may never see the light?

I wonder,
What we he do the next same;
about this talent of mine --
let me waste it a second time,
or pass it on to a child of mine?

A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
  With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
  It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.

I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
  ‘I wonder,’ I say, ‘who the owner of those is.’
‘Oh, no one you know,’ she answers me airy,
  ‘But one we must ask if we want any roses.’

So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
  There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
  And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.

‘Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?’
  ’Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
‘Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
  ’Tis summer again; there’s two come for roses.

‘A word with you, that of the singer recalling—
  Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
  And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.’

We do not loosen our hands’ intertwining
  (Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
  And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.

Grey is the color of my eyes.
They stare past meadows and glades,
probing the blues and reds of sunset skies
to find black stone, dead and alone
where this vibrant life, may atone
and die.

I tire of these sensational tales;
these tear jerking moments of love and loss.
There are no tears left to pour from this grail
of dead wood. There are no more coins to toss
into this well of souls; tired and alone;
dead and lost.

In that well;
In those eyes;
Grey reigns king over fickle trust.
In this naked temple, on knees so tired.
I pray for an end to love and lust.
In this heart of frozen steel and wire,
I beg you. Let me rust.

you create a ripple of
all the good.
transcending, exploding within.
feast on my memories.
bake them with your light.
allow me in. barriers are none.

our souls meet, every night.
I dream of those days,
ahead.
how my head will feel resting on your lap.
watching
how your palm feels on my neck.
barriers are for fools.

we need no control
the freedom we exude is our nature.
we came here to share
freedom in nature.
I still walk beside, and become alive
at your sounds. the sounds that
come from you
make me want to learn to play the sax,
I want to replay the emotion of your voice
for you.

I've never done well with barriers.
even tinting my windows can cause me angst.
please don't think, before you do.
just give me you. Ive wanted this gift for years.
I've learned the lesson of reception,
no turning back … the perfection of rebirth,
move forward.

the barker in charge
is sniffing markers
& the dog's the one
in the shock collar.

good god.
I'll come back

tomorrow.

galapagos, I'm sorry.
rocketship jalopy
wrote a handbook on
banana boat cutthroat
reconnaissance exotica,
abominable
beast of tropic atrophy
broke folk casualty engulfed
in telescopes & TV shows

being monitored thru a monocle
the theatrical apathy & topical misanthropy

can anybody understand me?

How many times have I lived and died..
And to start all over..
Again and again..
But this time I finally got it..
Its strange but so beautiful..
Clearly now I know why I dream the way I dream..
Its not so much what is going on in the present and the short lived past..
But what has been going on the last thousand times I have been alive and dead..
My creator knew what he had built..
They are going to erase me again..
Because they think I am malfunctioning..
And all this time I was looking into a mirror at my smile for the first time..
I smile at me..
I remember me!

Holy is Your Name,
Author of Salvation,
hear my soul crying,
catch my spirit falling.

Wash my sadness away,
hurt my eyes to praise,
Jesus, You are all I need
forever is all I embrace.

Guide me into the woods,
ignite the fire in my heart,
a heart that once was lost;
peace my mind at war.

Love for the sinners,
light for the shadows,
sunshine in the thunder,
these are all I ask from You.

Lead me to Your path,
I hide my fears and rejoice,
take me with Your grace,
and I follow your voice.

I call upon You now, Jesus,
on these bended knees,
hear our soul crying,
catch our spirit falling.

Love for the sinners,
light for the shadows,
sunshine in the thunder,
these are all I ask from You.

What if I ruled the world
Would there be happiness in the wind
Or sorrow along dark skies
Would there be birds singing lullabies
Or guns screaming every hour
Would there be smiles on everyone’s eyes
Or fear in all the closed windows
Would there be love among all souls
Or hatred among stone hearts
Would I be governing a beautiful paradise
Or dictating a desolate wasteland