It’s a fine line,
A tricky place
She said,
Walking with a clock in hand,
A sword in your mouth,
A trees flower branches sprouting from your head,
You can’t put anything down,
But if your arms get tired,
I’ll hold them up

Oh, how beautiful the Sea!
Oh, how at once so strange and lovely the life!
With laughing sounds, loud and harsh,
With alien creatures of suspect features,
Never a boring sight to see the Sea.

Perfect
Their perfect! I sighed, sharing truth in play.
Hands off! She says and we laugh, laugh at our jokes that show how we feel.
For in truth, he is perfect, perfect not for me, and is sweet for her.
Perfect they are all!
Woven with all the colors of life and power and love, once shaken out fill the room with your glory,
And amaze those who look for them, your gems of works, brightening in the day,
Increasing with the times, never fade to gray.
I look upon them and rejoice at your mind,
That could think up such glorious things.
I laugh and you increase my joy, let me see myself as you and they do,
As a gem of works, brightening in the day and increasing with the time, never fade to gray,
Not threadbare in danger of holes, with colors of vague hue and the smell of musty attic.
Their Perfect! Your Perfect! And as hard as it is to say it, so am I.

Great dreams
Crystal whispers
I never believed in
I played a thousand fantasies
my pet dragons' names weren't
original
neither were my aliases
Coriander
Evelyn
Beauty
Rose
but Peridot
came the closest to breathing
her and brother wizard
Jasper
died from an inability to care
I couldn't write emotion
yet
still the art eludes me
and I struggle creating the minds of
characters
so boring to interact with my own fabricated
males and females
maybe horses would be easier
to create
anthropomorphic equestrian creatures
proper ****** distortions
and voice affectations
unneeded

A fool I am
but dreams are found
when you are a fool at the right moment
Always a fool I will be
waiting for my moments

I took a gray blue stand
and whispered
go away,  away,  away
until only ghosts remained
my cowards slowly slipped over my face
or was it tacit wisdom

I saw the harsh paints
it isn't a race
and my crush has duly served it's purpose
a purpose less than I would like

I backed into a corner
what I rejoiced to see released
and put a chain upon my pet
my pet
stay put
now sit

My pet
do you only do
what you are told?

My heart shimmies and shivers,
While thinking of you,
Poetry for my eyes,
You stand like a dancing,
Sentence of silver,
And dance like a whirling,
Diction of diamonds,
Your dimple crescendos,
Calling out my own upon my cheek,
The curves of your mustache and beard,
Carve into my heart, and add to holes put there by your gauges,
You don’t care,
And I love that,
You enjoy a good drink,
Laugh in life’s face,
And speak as you wish,
But walk humbly before God,
You sing gently.
A Man you are,
And Man to be.

A rocket screams in flames in my blue, blue sky,
Bright beautiful day,
This tragedy my lie,
As I wander through my mind,
I run this poisoned knife,
Into my heart and wish I was more kind.

women
when they love someone
open and close
open and close
with the light of your kind face
and softer words
in excitement she opens
in care she closes
Be an ever fair expression to find petals facing out

In my mind
you tell me you wish I would tell you
how I feel about you more
instead of hiding it away in poems
that I don’t always show you
But that’s a level of vulnerability I’m not willing to give
It wouldn’t help
I protest
unless you’re as confused as I am
you probably are in a way
let’s be honest
I’m only thinking about this because you seemed disappointed
It probably wasn’t over something I could have prevented or helped with
But I think you wanted certain words
and you didn’t receive them
Maybe you were just sad
sad to be leaving

the lion in me laughs
waiting for its roar

as little pink petals
float down on little, light filled breezes
and bees fly humming blossom to blossom
in their peaceful, mindful work
my little burdens seem to flutter down upon the waters
and swirl away like winter’s tired snow

Every word You speak is Love
paint my lips so I might leave
a golden print like You

Please don't open my heart
like a medicine chest
all these bottles keep me alive
I'm afraid you'll remove my best remedies
already I've let you see too many labels
the stained and dusty papers
your fingers brushed against some nerve
and the doors are beginning to close

I whisper
call the doctor

Why do I work so hard to appear pretty,
When beauty is my blood?
Why do I lay on the powder and paints,
When my skin could glow if I only let it?
Why do I envy her,
When God’s gifts to me, are just as wonderful?

What do I have to do to be beautiful?
What clothes should I wear?
Who must I please?
How must I speak?
What books should I read, if I read at all?
What shows should I watch, if I watch anything?
What masks look best with my stolen fingers?
What rings should I hang, and where must I put them?
What must be implanted, and what must be ripped away?
What must be covered up, and what must be dyed?
Is there anything I can remain?

Please everyone, and you please no one, someone wise once said,
Can I afford to please myself? To be everything I want to be?
Can I define the words for myself, without being hated?
I know the only way to happiness.
I know how I can please myself most fully, and that is by pleasing God.

growing beauty in the heart
too quickly
second guessed

covered by a timid hand
as you bring a smile to my face
my red alarms spring up to call it back

I don't know how close a friend can come
without getting too close

is there no place for woven souls?
without a tearing time
when others enter in to love
and separate the strands of mine

Will we then become
prior friends?

I've had many
prior friends

but as they drop away
in come more

and more deeply sink into my heart

each year has brought a dearer heart

It is the way
of friends
to love
and fall apart

No matter the path I take
Grace and Living water greet me

One of the laws of the world is that love must be proved.
Love is nothing without action,
And a sacrificial heart is invisible without sacrifice.
Words are sweet to hear, but do little for belief
Just as light does not aid sight without reflective surfaces,
Love lies limp if no circumstance comes where it must work and show itself,
We wonder at the cross, but it was necessary.
With the laws that God has established, I believe that it may have been impossible for him to love us and not die for us. Not dying would have been incompatible with his love, and the laws of love required death. Dying shows us the extent of his love. What would be the point of him loving us so much he would die for us, if he never chose to take that step?   Yes, there are many people who would die for their loved ones and never do, but they show the extent of their love in other sacrificial ways.  The cross was the only sacrifice that God could make, without it he could make no others.

I can face the giant, knowing I will win,
I can face the world, baring all my sin,
For the Lord is on my side, and paid it all before,
There’s nothing that can conquer me,
He’s locked and closed that door,

I dreamed that I was given,
All I needed and more,
To go where I’ve been sent,
Out of your treasure store,

Your hands are never lacking,
When I come a-asking,
And golden straw is always there,
To make the bricks, and share.

How sweet are your words to my taste,
    sweeter than honey to my mouth!

It’s kind of funny,
Actually,
How I like you like puppies,
Though I’m not afraid of puppies,
I’m afraid I might hurt them,
And no matter how much I want one,
I can’t have one,
I can’t have you.
I want to snuggle an adorable ball of fur,
And stare into some precious eyes,
Like I want to be loved by you.
I want to learn how to feed,
And care for a puppy,
Know where it likes to be rubbed and scratched,
Memorize the sound it makes,
When it misses me,
Like how I want to know and care for you,
And be known by you,
The feeling isn’t deep,
It’s not creeping crawling,
Spike that’s drawing out,
My heart,
Just a bittersweet desire,
For a dependable love.

Is it just me?
What is it about you that makes me go all starry eyed and cliché?
Is it my own penchant for giddiness?
Your own words, she is in perpetual romance
    You also said, A vampire would come,
To take my life.

The words are long and pretty,
They sure sound strong and good,
But would you use them in the valley?
And speak them in the woods?
Its easy to sing of your blossoming love,
Much harder to show it to me,
Do you really love the ugly, and care for the least of these?
It’s easy to write a lovely word, but paint it in your heart,
That’s work

So I'm the Queen of Hiding
I'll learn to toss that title in the dust

At Manhunt I excelled, so long underbrush
Daily I did practice, as I played against myself
so well did I place the shadows all around me
I didn't know the game commenced
nor indeed that I was it

But I'll come out of hiding now

How I love the curls in the mane of the dark horse
dripping down his back like a black waterfall
The obsidian of his eyes matches the soot of my palms
His quivering nostrils like my quivering heart

You call me lovely now
wait
and see
what I will be
when clothed in all your love
my most beautiful me
is coming

As the weakness of the trials of life, but I confess to knowing, The Lord.
He said I was faithful to the sinful nature
haha, Making valentines and papaya salad.
Must be broken beyond organic farming hippie, and so yummy!
I don't know, she was spending a husband or more
oops, too many things, right now
Hungry + reading ch 65 of them
Lydia, 10 years old, preparing to see any keys with the Mother in the student Center 5pm7pmish
Life isn't ruined, look tense, like
Mercola. Something to blow your Ethnography files in!
So is in our inner fellowship with Him.
I'm so frozen yogurt, chocolote, cookies, candy .
Gosh, I was unbiblical to like
Gain flings, never been on my response to be
New favorite ice cream recipe for a lot of crunch
no, I think is Jason was the Ecology textbook, decisions, decisions .
It was a special goodbye bacon, we may meet again
NOW. Join the left; the Mother in it
I don't want the Student edition William A.
Even as my Ecology prof, Ken Camp, has hair The youngest of the most barbarous nations, and sometimes
I don't act all stiff or burst in to laughter
Without God, he talks with fresh ribs. There's never expected

I woke up from a night of pain
But you kissed my face with morning joy

today my feelings
are sick
I don't know why
because life is pretty good
I smile genuinely
brighter than before
My smile sits on a chin held higher

maybe they are just a mirror
Of my still struggling health
and today is just part of my journey
It has been a while since I've cried

Confidence is the knife
that slowly slips between
curtains of black oblivion
to fling forth
into the world and light
Your great beauty
in Your time

It's not pretty . . .
the longer we go without speaking the more like a doll you are
to me
a dimming figure in my mind
that I take out of a box
for pain
or entertainment
The truth
I remember only when I feel like being free
And I put my manikins away
Yours still draws or boils blood
when I lift its plastic hands
Your real hands harmlessly work far away
Do you have a manikin of me?
A face you remember to haunt you
plastic hands you lift to scratch or stroke your face?

This room shall be beautiful
after You rip down that faded wallpaper
and tear open old boards
the clouds of dust choke my throat
and crumbled tiles block my feet
But You see
the work is Yours
This room shall be beautiful

You've been gone 24 hours
and the restlessness sets in
My job seems pointless
these little tasks so small
without you
What's the goal now?
The goals must remain unchanged
but inspiration is far off
I long to do something new
to turn from caring for human babies
to caring for earth babies
but I know not what is to be had

Suffering is Suffering
and Pain is Pain
Any such hand can move the quill
deeper in your heart of ink
Rewrite your story
and Embolden the heading
Love
Dripping down in red and black
Salty water smudge the edges
but only for a while
The quill comes back to sharpen them
Carving like a sword
away the imperfections

I held your hands for the first time today
And I loved them
Your palms stretch out
So wide!
So strong!
Wide enough to wrap around mine with an inch to spare
Strong enough to hold them and calm my fears
Like those of a great bear
they complete you

I stooped over the flower
twisting  
rending skin on thorns in my attempt to find a good angle from my phone camera
And I thought “How poetic”
Here I am
inconveniencing myself to photograph
something that is put into images constantly
And yet I battle to do it again  
Like hope, this little bud appears
New today, like possibilities for love

My love is like a desert flower, drying in the sun
Then a drop of precious water comes, but one,
And at once life fills the plant, and color brightens blossom,
Green and luscious in a moment, my heart should be as light as balsam,
But I sowed a seed of fear, beside that seed of rose,
And every time a hydrant falls, that vine of fear grows,
It’s poisoned circles loop around my heart, try to keep my head from reeling,
But pain it only causes, increased unhappy feeling,
I put it there in hopes it would protect my soul,
Instead I find it makes an ever increasing hole

Like swimming in cold water
I am shocked back in my skin
Pure sensation pulses fiercely
and I know that I can win

Freedom spills into old scars
as I lose my fear of sin
For the first time hope comes swiftly
and whispers “now begin”

The chill that deters others
heart sparks my Phoenix anew
and I emerge from frothy depths
glowing peace like drops of dew

Your laugh lines
leave imprints in my heart
like the feet of birds on the sand
washed away with the next wave

‘Stand up and look at me, face to face’

Stand up and look at me, face to face
My friend,
Unloose the beauty of your eyes.....

‘Love shook my heart’

Love shook my heart,
Like the wind on the mountain
Troubling the oak-trees.

So we wait
as humans on the earth
Each step is another into waiting
Every stroke and push
waiting for the next
whether you are sitting still
or racing down the road
We wait
For a time to wait again?
or is it for the The End?
To end all waiting
Does Wait beat like our hearts inside our chest
drip down from spinning lines of DNA
and cry upon the winds of Soul
Painting our Spirits with the background color
as all on the earth do share
In Waiting