For the Sparrows

For the Sparrows Feb 2013

It is not the city air that ignites the forge
It is the wind the that weaves through the souls of its people
It is the spark that lives in the artists heart.
And the Blacksmith, mighty Blacksmith.
Sets all into motion.
So I place my dreams upon the anvil.
Apprentice & Master ****** hammers as fire forges the heart.
Blacksmith, He who breathes the wind that flows through all righteous ambition.
The desire to create.
The desire to change.
City. It is good to be back.
The coals are burning.

comments and suggestions welcome :) result of returning to my home in the city.

For the Sparrows Feb 2013

Flowers

Ask me what kind of flowers He gave
And I will tell you He gave me the very best,
A kind only my true love can give,
He gave me flowers that will never wilt, that will never decay
My everlasting bouquet,
is waiting to be claimed, in the place where I can meet His eyes for the first time
I am His,
He is mine,
I accepted the flowers He gave.
My dear sweet Valentine,
One day to come into my life on earth
through the heart of His chosen one.

I hope to improve & extend this eventually. In the meantime, enjoy & I welcome you to share your thoughts :)

For the Sparrows Feb 2013

The Slam

Their words like fire.
So powerful and setting my heart up in flames
Passion burned in their voices
They knew what they wanted to say
Or rather they did more than say those words
Those talking rock-stars preached, they inflicted,
they roared like the ocean winds on waves,
they seduced, they aroused.
The moment I walked out those doors
I knew I would return.
I found a love there. An underground love.
Now every word I read has fire.
Now every word I write will make a sound.
Perhaps only in my head
the private recording studio,
and maybe someday on the platform of heroes
where your heart must be the one
to set your words on fire.

For the Sparrows Feb 2013

Is this even Poetry?

Silent when I want to speak.
Crying when I want to laugh.
Alone when I want to embrace.

No,
I cannot utter the smallest sound.
And that is all it takes...

For the Sparrows Feb 2013

Skin & Stone

The thought of living there
in this fragment of time
or an era long past
to be present in ancient nations,
fills me with wondrous sensations
and I pray...
oh how I pray,
that when I open my eyes
the castles and cathedrals,
will remain beneath the skies.
Let the bells chime.
Hear that powerful ring.
In this fragment of time,
how I would love
to connect my skin to the stone
and hear their stories of old.
To live within their walls,
for as long as I live.
My home is always in my heart.
oh how I pray,
for more adventures to start.

For the Sparrows Jan 2013

The Anonymous

They came to be.
Some stay and make a home of this heart
Others go,
and fade away like the clouds.
Secrets. Thoughts. Memories.
One in particular came to be
this isolate night.
I cannot tell if it is good
blooming in hope,
or bad,
in its very existence.
For it is a wish of a moribund life,
only so that this heart
can truly learn how to beat
to the rhythm of His will.

For the Sparrows Jan 2013

For the Bruised & Broken

This battle we fight as one.
it is a fight against what we have created
It is not ourselves we fight
but what encases us
This barrier can be broken.
Take up arms,
I will fight with you,
I want to fight for you.
Trust in Him
Take Him by the hand,
the hand He has so long offered you.
He calls you child,
You are never alone.
Believing is seeing.

Trust me.

Listen. He is calling.
Are you ready to fight again?
Promise me you won't let go.
Promise me you will rise.
Even if it means falling over
in the days yet to come.

We are brothers. We are sisters.
We are never,
ever,
alone.

Close your eyes and open your ears.
Do you hear it?
Your broken heart is still beating.
It is His love that stops the bleeding.

<3