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Poems are fingerprints
of the broken soul

Poems are the breath
that revives our lungs
This was not love making.
This was sin
and the devil victoriously
danced between the sheets.
Again, I saw you standing there today
Still i cant find the words to say
Cant let out a "hi" or "hey"
Not even sure if it's okay

All along i've been following you
But when you look back I dont know what to do
Will you ever know this love is true?
Or will i remain forever feeling blue?

If only courage is something you can buy
Then maybe I dont have reasons to lie
About the words that came out as a sigh
Dont want to keep this until i die.
Made this tonight just to have something to post. Cant remember where i put the old ones i wrote.
Like autumn leaves that fall on a tree
Or a turtle making its way to the shore
I dont know what you've done to me
But will you worth opening my door?

Because the longer i look into your eyes
The deeper i get to fall right into you
And I cant explain but it feels so nice
To know youre feeling the same way too

I never expect this time would come
That i will let somebody in
After all the heartaches that i've gone
You're like gravity and so you win.
Why do I always write poems about love? Whatever :)
This here's a tale
of the left and the right
Who met in the middle
and had a big fight
The other sides wrong
in the things that they like
The lines have been drawn
and we've all chosen sides

They're dragging us down
we're heading straight South
We no longer need watches
with time running out
Where you might ask
my friend we're hell bound
So hang on tight kiddies
cause it's happening now

We held out our hands
turns out that they bite
As darkness moves in
consuming the light
We're naked in the open
with no where to hide
With

       Nothing

               Now

                     Left

                           Of

                              What

                                    Once

                                           Was

                                                Right
Watching Horror Movies

Every Night On My T.V.

Is All That I Seem To Do

Watching Horror Movies

Every Night On My T.V.

When I Flick On The Nightly News
i tagged a ride
up along side
the tail end of a lavender moonbeam

with nary a care
as it darts here and there
effortlessly moving on its nightly stream

i fashioned a kite
made from solar fire
stitched together with starlight dreams

in the design
of cloud #9
on the tail end of a lavender moonbeam
Arrested Savior in the garden
Satan feels his job is almost done
Betrayed by a Judas kiss
And a handful of silver coin

Like a lamb being lead to slaughter
He spoke not a single word
From the time before time began
All his trust is in his Lord

Conviction comes on quickly
Testimony being the lies of man
Still all in Gods perfect timing
Still all in Gods perfect plan

Soldiers spat on him and beat him
Shoved on his head a thorny crown
Mocked him for the king he is
Still uttered not a single sound

They forced on him the cross to carry
Like any common thief
This he did most willingly
Even for the least of these

The pounding of nails through his feet and hands
Being felt in his fathers heart
But both he and Jesus know
This is the important part

They hang him tattered on that wooden cross
On the shameful hill they call The skull
Satan smiled all the while
If only he had known

Father please forgive them
For they know not what they do
A statement that to this very day
Still has a ring that's true

It is finished...
The last thing on the cross he had to say
The perfect sacrifice of the last given lamb
For sinful man has paved the way

Three Long Days Later...

HE IS RISEN!
HE IS RISEN INDEED!
SINS CHAINS THAT HELD US CAPTIVE
HAVE BEEN BROKEN FREE!

All in Gods perfect timing
All in Gods perfect plan
That Jesus Christ would be the one to die
All for the love of man
Toss My life out the car window
See it tumble in the breeze
Watch its progress in the rearview
As it scrapes its tinder knees

Stop by the park of  "Somethings Missing"
Pull up to the lake of  "Past Regrets"
Roll the window down to listen
To the sound of nothing left

Feel the need to change the station
On my worldly radio
No need for further explanation
As top 40 rambles on

Toss my life out the car window
See it tumble in the breeze
Watch its progress in the review
As it scrapes its tinder knees
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