I was thinking 'bout my life and how it's gonna be
Left it up to God, He put it back on me
went lookin' for direction but I'm just your average Jane
don't like all these decisions, the unknown mystifies my brain

I pondered over all the things I've done before
thought I could walk on water, knocked on every door
nothing much was scary then and nothing much was out of place
Walked by faith, and left the rest to Grace.

I'm thinking that my life here is beyond halfway
I found myself with bills I can't afford to pay
playing hard was easy yeah, but paying back is hard to do
tracing all my steps, it seems they always lead me back to You.

When I said that I would follow God, I meant it too
stayed away from magic, idols, and taboo
and doing the right thing, the only thing that mattered
You planted the Word, and by the wind those seeds were scattered.

Turned my back on old religion, not the way for me
well you can keep your catachism and your rosary
never being sure your gonna get into the promised land,
God showed how much He loved us when He took the nails in his hand.

Your raised me out of darkness way before I'm dead
left the puzzle all undone, and lit the way instead
I'm thinking again, but far much higher this time
It's not my will but yours that I am hoping to find.

I've got some time to spend and time is on my hands
I wanna do your will and follow your commands
I know it's not by might, and not by useless power
But by your spirit I will serve to my last hour.

And as I'm on my way, just doing what I do
I'm gonna try my best and kiss it all to you
Well I make mistakes and I've seen some wicked days
but out of every darkness, your faithful love, it lights my ways

in the filtered blue glow
of your favorite
late show
with the light
from the bathroom
left on

I can make out
your face
and it's hard
to erase
from my memory
although
you are gone.

In our silence
a sweetness
a comfort
it's true
needing less
to be said
meant much more

we lived well
in our day
and had so much
to say
but your smile
it just cut to
my core.

As we sat
side by side
on the sofa
'twas your hand
on my ankle
which said
I am here
you are there
theres no distance
I swear
you still whisper
sweet nothings
in bed.

So forgive me
for getting
all sappy
but the late show is on
and you're there
in the blue
of the den
I can't hear
Letterman
he's been muted
so music
can blare

Al
why did you go
Al
I have to know
Al
it's a beautiful name
oh Al
such a terrible game
AL
Al
Al.....

come on in to what is real and I will make a nice hot meal
you can turn the TV on, sit back and watch the game that's on
put your feet up on the chair and grab that blanket over there
I'll light a fire, stir the ***, don't get me wrong, it's what it's not

it's not that you are all that great but good enough, the hour is late
it's not that you are all that cold, but last I checked we're getting old
it's not that I am in the need of someone here to bathe and feed
a homeless, worse,  an invalid, a chatty friend or someone's kid

so come on in to what is real and I will make a nice hot meal and
you can turn the TV on, sit back watch the game that's on
put your feet up on the chair and grab that blanket over there
I'll light a fire, stir the ***, don't get me wrong, it's what it's  not

It's not that I invite your gassing, true we've seen our best years passing
Frankly I have much preferred one's tendencies like those deferred
and even though I'm not the type to get involved with TV hype
it's not that I'd could really care or even stare were you not there

so come on in to what is real, and I will make a nice hot meal and
you can put the TV on, sit back and watch game that's on
put your feet up on the chair and grab that blanket over there
I'll light a fire and stir the ***, don't get me wrong, it's what it's not

It's not that I am tired of being here alone, and never seeing
anyone of any kind, I might be lonely, but you'll find
that I am good at making due and if you think you have a clue
then any time you want the best of what it's not, please be my guest!

In the Summer of Love
I was just a young dove
but for all my eight years
it was all I thought of
and he slipped me a note
just a sentence or two
with my name and the words
"I Love You".

and I thought it was sweet
see I knew him from Pete
a mutual friend,
we all played in the street
and I never would think
that he'd give me a wink
less a note with the
words "I Love You."

Well I tucked it away
in my pocket that day
and I smiled at the boy  
and said "Hey, let's go play"
But the recess bell rang
and I thought then, "Oh Dang",
since his classroom was one door away.

I never did kiss
that olive-skinned guy
with the ***** blond hair
that hung over his eye
I'd fallen for John
and I guess he moved on
and we parted
without a goodbye.

Many years later
I'd think about Glen,
that first little crush
the paper and pen
the thought and the hand
that bothers to write
with intent
and the courage
to send.

And one day by chance
I sat in a chair
entrusting a stranger
with all of my hair
she pulled through the cap
the strands to be bleached
and though it was painful
they had to be reached.

I asked for her name
and discovered, the same
as the boy I had liked,
my childhood flame
I made the mistake
of informing the goat
the wife of the boy,
about one little note.

And never you mind
she pulled my hair blind
I don't think I've ever
run into her kind.
And the moral I say
and my very hairs pray
"please leave your old love notes behind!"

In the Summer of Love
I was just a young dove
but for all my eight years
it was all I thought of

Beat for beat and measure for measure
grapes of gall and fermenting displeasure
You've heard it before, how time is medicinal
But for healing the heart the price is additional
tasted enough to know this can't be real
while mashing my heart in the search engine wheel

In taking that road to that carn-evil ground
for one lonely toad on the hairy-go-round,
something was lost in the folly and fun
as I'm counting the cost for all that I've done
I reach for forgiveness and snatched from the ride
am taken to places where nothing can hide

in the light of the One who is no longer mad
better than anything, more fun than sad
eternally loved, as it was from the start
the past is forgiven, all's well with my heart
as for my heroes, and the ***** I've pained
Nothing is lost and everything gained

She turned her mind toward thoughts of God
and pondered on this thing called 'Love'
and how it felt was rather odd
to have the thing you're dreaming of.

and not to say that much had changed
from all of what she'd felt before
but just her movement towards the thing
that gently rapped upon her door

and opening, the air was clean
and drifted into darkened mess
and brought with it the scent of spring
and promise that would lead to rest

the angry pride from early age
and pain she'd buried in the deep
once heated into molten rage
had turned to steel in her sleep

and stirring up the settled dust
the softest breeze swirled room to room,
the filtered light fell on the crust
the window sill, the broken loom

the cool fresh air, she breathed it in
which fanned the flames of hope again
but woke the sleeping child within
the bitter pill, the urge to sin

"For where were YOU when love was lost
and dreams were killed and hope was tossed,
and where were YOU when I was nine
and lost my way and,  one last time

I need to know where Love was when
the waves rushed in, and buildings fell
when kids were shot and parents grieved
and everything had gone to hell?"

She could have slammed the door right then
He would have left, that's just His way,
she had to have it out with Him
and screamed and cried, but let Him stay.

"I just don't get your kind of sense
which lets a man do what he will
to take away the innocence
to mock your name, and steal and ****."

And then the air stirred in her face
and quiet came to sandy shoal
he spoke of Love's abiding grace
and water flowed into her soul.

"For what is better for your strife
and what is Love, to pull the reign
to force a man to choose the life
or nudge a man to use his brain?

And what is love to steal the bride
and drag her right outside the gait?
I set you free, you run inside
I chose you then, you chose to wait.

I hear you well, I understand
the breath you breathe, this rotting tomb
I died for you and every man
to give to you back your breathing room."

"For truth has such a face and such a mien as to be loved needs only to be seen. "

JOHN DRYDEN, The Hind and the Panther

:)  love this, and I'm non-denominational ( raised Catholic)
take in the corn and spit out the cob. IT's not the word of God, and I believe that some see the truth and hate it, because they are in a state of rebellion. Spoken from experience.

so here you are
standing outside
without shoes on your feet
in the complete darkness
of a cold November night.
This is the least of your concerns
for you are keenly aware that at this moment
your life depends upon remaining
focused, calm and balanced
it is so dark and you can see nothing,
but are aware you are being watched.
remain calm
don't panic
do not look to the left or to the right
just keep going
one foot in front of the other
and try to forget
that you are
over five hundred feet up
blindfolded
walking a 3/4 inch tight-wire over Chicago.

There was a time, I was a child
and I could climb the wooded wild
and see out over treetops way beyond this place called home
Now I am grown, can barely climb
but give me time and I will find
another way to rise above and see beyond this poem

The paths I loved when I was nine
are overgrown with thorny vine
and streams beside, which I would sit
polluted now and hardly fit
but give me time and I will find
another path, a sparkling stream
which winds around and satisfies
a quiet place where we can dream.

Where there's a will, there is a way
and there's a path that's yours today
and if you come upon a place that somehow seems impassable,
the answer still, the same today
That if you ask and if you pray
the things you hope for, come what may
will rarely seem impossible.

I dabble in the partial arts
in tasting wines and shopping carts with shaky wheels
and all the prizes never won
for half baked pies and smiling eyes and flaky deals.
time will tell if this gets done
though time is never on the run nor one for waiting
no matter what you do or choose
or what you keep or what you lose, that sunset's fading

Like that worm who never made the hook
I slept too late and never read the book
the early bird was out cold when you came
I knew the plays but snoozed before the game.

a million pieces of my heart
in all the things I start but never finish
and every thing that's left undone
is just a sign I'm on the run lest I diminish
and if I stop to take a breath
and contemplate my hour of death, I'd have to wonder
what then would be my last request
to sit with winners I detest or rather one more chance to be a blunder?
.

From here to the gate
and the ground to the dust
Heaven can wait
while we write what we must!

Suddenly something occurred in my soul
I didn't quite know what had happened and so
I stood here in silence and at the same time
noticed that you'd gone away.

Never before had I felt so alone
not that it mattered for I have a phone
I've always been fine when there's nobody home
And so I knew I'd be okay.

I did what I do when I'm wanting to rest
climbed up the stairs to my billowy nest
let out a sigh and then wondered why
I'm caught up in something I dread.

This life can be sweet even when it's insane
just look at our faces, not bothered with pain
nobody pointed us to the right train
so we all jumped the short bus instead.

I lay here and wonder how prisoners escape
how smart men can think we evolved from an ape
and how is it that I am now caught on this tape
when the answer is right here to see.

Mistaking my ignorance for a sweet smile
you followed me off the bus for a while
we never spoke much, but we'd walk the last mile
I loved you more than you loved me.

Somebody saw us there, watching that day
two little slow-pokes without much to say
in want of a plan, well our lives got away
and suddenly I'm on my own.

Taking my life in my hands but I'd pray
Father, please guide me, I know not the way
Always too quick at the gate, and the play,
but the 'hard way', I learned on my own.

he might have a word for you
offer up a single clue
something he can say or do
might change the way you're feeling
a snowflake falls from far above
this single thing I'm thinking of
it falls upon your working glove
and sets your heart to healing
pick a tune you want to hear
this will be our song all year
play it while we have a beer
and kiss the snowy ceiling.

you are a
very
mysterious one
don't know if I can
ever
figure you out
you hold my thoughts
within the palm of your hand
I melt like chocolate
sweet old M'n Ms

you are a very
mysterious one
I've never
liked your type before
not one to jump
into anyone's arms
still this is something
you've softened up my core.

You say you
can see
inside my shell
that my sweetness
was the very key
You say I've no more
secrets to tell
'cause you've devoured them for me?

Well I'd never say that
you are The One
and I don't need to tell you
you'll always be free
no I won't allow
you  
under my skin
don't come any closer
but hey there again
that's
just me.

You are a
very
mysterious one
my coldness lies
in the palm
of your hands
you don't care
that I am
a mess
you like me
just like we're old friends
tee hee hee

You say you
see inside my shell
my sweetness
was the very key
that I have no secrets left to tell
'cause you've devoured them for me?

you are a
very mysterious one
no secrets
and making no demand
quite open
and always looking for fun
tomorrow
gonna change my
my candy brand.

you are a
very mysterious one

Farewell to the dead
hope to see you in heaven
open hearts to the living
you have so much to give
come forward oh Lonely
your faces are graven
show sorrow, show happiness
for your lives are just beginning
and ending too soon.

Nothing's ever what it seems,
I wait around 'cause in my dreams,
you're something more than what I am
not Spam 'n eggs, green eggs or ham

but what I've dreamed in slumber's car
is not beyond the farthest star
but just above the highest cloud
where frozen skies can't scream out loud

or laugh or cry or live or die
or touch the apple of His eye
or grasp a thought, and catch a smile
or take a nap and rest a while

or lie outside in fresh cut grass
the summer sun, the day to pass
and when I'm rested, let it go
autumn comes and then the snow

life is short, and I am smitten
but hardly had the fruit been bitten
anger cuts the evening short
hopes and dreams meet TV sport

angry tones, a hot debate
and deep-set hurt will always wait
words are spoken, much regret
at least you're free now from the net

darkness comes but evening's fires
thaw the chill, and warm desires
hope for love, a life so sweet
calms the rage and stirs the heat

not so fast, the damage done
the fear rekindled in His son
faith moves mountains, this one still
cannot be moved beyond his will

all I wanted, something good
something blessed, a God who could
give me more than fleeting hope
far beyond my simple scope

and looking at that brightest star
reminded what a fool I ARE
I wish I may and wish I might
not have the thing I had tonight

to leave it to the Greatest One
is often hard and not much fun
less difficult, yet worse to take
is love's enormous bellyache

reminded there's a better plan
a place within His loving hand
and taken there one autumn day
the dream's allure just fell away

what I had thought 'true love' would be
far less than what He has for me
with oneness as it's greatest goal,
forgives the hurts and heals the soul

You know my quirks, and every way
you could have left, but chose to stay
your purest love, your work of art
hey, Son of God you've changed my heart

You came to find your wandering sheep
Your shepherd's love, my heart will keep.
No other love, could stand it here
but here You are, Eternal Dear.

And nailed to cross upon a hill
my darkest deeds, Your Father's will.
 forgive my sin, dismiss my case,
my heart you win, and sin erase.

abiding in your word today
you are the Truth, the Life, the Way
and this is what I'm thinking of
I am your own, forever love

lights across the lake
fireflies on dark waters
summer night with you

Not to be the only one who feels
that it's important
to keep your shirt on
to keep your patience
of this I'm certain
with understanding
in quiet waters
are sunken
treasures
found.

Catching wind of something that you said
I'm quite relieved that
you are the type who
can see the end from
a rough beginning
and in forgiving
you make it clear
that there's no
fear in
love.

Reaching out for something that is good
and latching onto
discarded socks you
were thinking 'clearly
they don't deserve you'
but still you serve so
it will continue
and you'll never
be
alone.

Letting go of all that is behind
I might be freed from
my vain devotions
and silly notions
the useless worries
about the future
and of all
temporal
things.

told it like it was
of love and loss and beauty
knew about deep pain
trusted the bigger picture
and played his voice
like a violin
wrote music to suit
that amazing tenor
a follower of Jesus Christ
brought a sinner to salvation
and singing was your thing
your voice, oh, Roy Orbison
could melt the hardest stone
I miss you in your old age
but you are not old anymore
you are young, healthy, strong
and can see...you have been restored
to your peak of perfection
and I believe that Heaven
is a better place now

http://youtu.be/J4ki93EqjHU

There's a music that's playing down deep in my soul
where the wilderness beckons us all to be whole
from a far away place it calls like a loon
it was written for us and it's always in tune

In tune with the weather as clouds rolling in
bring the music of thunder and rain on the wind
In tune with the valley as I climb to the peak
"yodel-lay-hee!  Who goes there!", to the echo I speak

The sun streams through branches and glistens on streams
and pine needles carpet the throne room which sings
the birds do not worry. they have no concern
they're singing a song we could all stand to learn

Still it flows down the creek bed and rivers grow wild
rhythmic waves on the shores where I walked as a child
and the breath I exhale like the one you breathe in
keeps us all in this lifetime. how strange it's all been

The natural world, truly awesome and wild
and the worst things can happen and take down a child
the smallest and delicate flower of life
snatched up and the music is bitter with strife

And the tone of my song is of pure aggravation
and way out of tune with the whole congregation
and I just can't relate to the choir and *****
and I wander alone down to Stanley and Morgan

Distracted by life and in wanting much more
I've lost time with the singers and forgotten the score
I yearn for the song which brings faith to the living
love to the lost and joy in the giving

born for a purpose not just to survive
to walk certain of hope while we're all still alive
And in search of my God who can touch our heartstrings
in sickness and health and and the questions life brings

Who in still quiet places or noisy train stations
in subways and alleys and the worst situations
speaks Peace in the midst overriding my brain
adding fuel to my fire and I'm drawn back again

And sitting alone somewhat stuck in the mire
I read Psalm 23 and it draws me up higher
Deer long for the water, as I thirst for You
You alone my desire, my soul longs for You

They pay me well to color with fat crayons
Sometimes I tend to feel like Mother Goose
The men they are preoccupied
with gettin' on my better side
Please pour me up another glass of juice

Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!

Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can't appreciate
how much I need a ****** date
so for now the elderly will have to do

Well I like to challenge all of them to checkers
and not a better player you will find
I can take the ragged old man on
and help him stagger to the john
be sure he's gonna wipe his own behind

Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!

Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can' appreciate
How much I need a ****** date
but for now the elderly will have to do

Now don't be makin fun of all the old men
'cause the ladies have thier crosses to bear too
you can bet we have no aim
spin the bottle
take the shame
and in the end we're lame and so are you

Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!

Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can't appreciate
I much I need a ****** date
but for now the elderly will have to do

you've been here
for a while
at my side
watched me smile
wondering why
in the world
you are here, for a while
wondering why
you're the type
who will stay
when I gripe
'cause my gripe seems to fade
when you smile.

I've been here for a while
at your side
watched you smile
wondering why
in the world
I am here, for a while
wondering why
I'm the type
who will stay
when you gripe
'cause your gripe
seems to fade when I smile

At the end of the day, it could go either way
much like at the end of this song
Well I write for a while then I sink to a smile
when I think how you draw me along.

Well we came with a story, a beautiful poem,
unheard verses locked deep in our soul
and to way to discover what's locked in a lover
find the key that will fit the keyhole.

Must we all be inspired? Seems like that's how I'm wired
I've got something to share, but it seems
that I still blame myself for what sits on the shelf
unreleased from my closet of dreams.

From rejection in life, anger cut like a knife
and my writing was bound up with pride  
it was then your sweet voice through the keyhole rejoiced
and released the deadbolt from inside.

So now I can tell you just what's on my mind
I am corny and weird and unkind, sometimes
but I say what I feel 'cause i know what is real
and it sure beats what I left behind.

Thought the answer was finding the right key
for the words and the music to roll
but the Master unlocking life's sweet mystery
is the Love sown in each others soul.

4:05 AM - Could not sleep. Too warm.  Came down here about a half an  hour ago and read some poetry. Now I am sitting here feeling like writing a poem, but suddenly too cold to type. Back to warm bed!

In the morning, Father God, tell me, please
how the moon appears as white in shades of blue above the trees?
What shades this light, tell tonight, brilliant Fellow?
how in Heaven, in the darkness,  is our moon reflecting yellow?

Gusty wind and thunder clap before rain's dance?
Yet it rains all the time without that pomp and circumstance!
And after storms are through and clearing over overhead,
why the rainbow's ends are down and rarely upside-down instead?

Sun brings streaks of red and pinks to orange glow
with all these pastels on your palette, why on Earth the whitest snow?
from icy clouds, it drifts on down through broad daylight
but never rainbow, sunset colors, just this brilliant blinding white!

Now it's evening here, and though it's getting late
forming questions in my mind, I'll put them out there for debate
want to know the WHERE and WHEN and WHY and WHO
and though sleepiness sets in, my mind is waiting for a clue.

I have googled 'til I'm giddy in the night;
read the research, learned the details from a trusted weather site.
still I need to hear from He who spoke it all,
need to ask about the weather, check the facts before The Fall!

When I'm finally done with asking all this stuff,
and I've quieted my mind and let the spaces fill with fluff,
I am reminded now that I'm a child of His
and when I ask him WHY He loves me, I hear:  "That's just how it is!"

juicy, plump and sweet and cold
black and blue and red and gold
one is not at all the same
and never meant for human gain....

what is it?

It's Corn. The body can make it no clearer.

Lyrics by Dan Schutte

Chorus:
Yahweh, I know you are near,
standing always at my side.
You guard me from the foe,
and you lead me in ways everlasting.

1.  Lord, you have searched my heart,
and you know when I sit and when I stand.
Your hand is upon me protecting me from death,
keeping me from harm.

2.
Where can I run from Your love?
If I climb to the heavens You are there;
If I fly to the sunrise or sail beyond the sea,
still I'd find You there.

3.
You know my heart and its ways,
you who formed me before I was born
in the secret of darkness before I saw the sun
in my mother's womb.

4.
Marvelous to me are Your works;
how profound are Your thoughts, my Lord.
Even if I could count them, they number as the stars,
You would still be there.

I was one of many people
drawn to participate in a learning experience
which was taking place outside in a historical town
in front of a very old Victorian house which was painted a deep forest green. As I sat on the floor, I grabbed for a large long piece of foam, a mat or mattress which I could sit or sleep on if needed, realizing that not everyone had a mat and that if I let it go someone else would probably take it. The man who was teaching said that he had started scraping at some dried mud and as it fell away the porch ceiling was revealed. I looked up from my mat and there, high above my head was the deep forest green bead boarded ceiling he spoke of. As it turned out, this was a class on archeology in which the subject was this old house which had been unearthed....

Hey come on , it's not that bad
I've heard it all, I know, you're sad
and not that I don't care to know
the reasons why you feel so low

but hey, come on, it's been a while
since anyone has seen you smile
it's not too late to throw the fight
to walk away, to sleep tonight

and give it all to God again
just leave it in His hands my friend
the biggest battle He has won
it's n'er too late to meet His Son

and Jesus Christ the Lord of Life
has made a way to ease your strife
to lift the burden, soothe your pain
He understands the human brain

because Creator of it all
was present there at man's great fall
away from God,  with freedoms choice
we could not hear his still small voice.

and born this way with tendency
to disobey and serve just me
God made a way to bridge the gap
to wake the sleeper from his nap

to make it right between the One
to ALL God's kids, He sent His Son
and through this Man, his sacrifice
this perfect lamb, He paid the price

He broke their law by healing folks
on Sabbath day He took their yokes
he bore their burdens, healed their lame
forgives the sinner, ends the shame.

and in His name I speak to you
whose sadness breaks your heart in two
whose troubles seem to suffocate
the longing for a better plate

the bread of Life, it is the Son
who said He and his Dad are One
and by his word,  and by his Spirit
the Way, the Truth, the Life, you'll hear it.

Turn to God just as you are
with all your hurts and every scar
He trades his life, in joy and love
for everything you're thinking of

the urge to sin, the stuff we do
our past, the hurt and anger too
is powerless, the fear will cease
because He lives, you'll live in peace

Hey Jesus come into my heart
and give me now a fresh new start
and heal my hurts, what' e're you find
and clear the cobwebs from my mind

Forgive the ones whose actions reaped
my soul's affliction deeply steeped
in misery from secret crimes
I've carried through these troubled times

In dungeon I was chained to sin
in darkness kept the secret in
and lies were told which broke my heart
I kept them all, despised my start

He says he knows my deepest pain
he's lived a life and felt the same
rejected from the very start
by those who could not know His heart.

Forgive them Father for they know
not what they do,  nor where they go
the sheep are lost and now are found
He's walked in fields upon this ground.

Inside my heart a field as well
I've sown some seeds which grew like Hell
and drew me out to places wrought
with misery, this was my lot

But now I'm found by shepherd who
has gone the distance, freed me too
by precious death from thorny vine
redeemed my soul and calls me "MINE".

Hey come on , it's not that bad
He's heard it all, He knows you're sad
already knows the reason why
because He lives, you'll never die.

Hey come on, it's really cool
the stuff He does,  He's no one's fool
This triune God,  His name Yah-hooed!
The Way the Truth, the Life, the Dude!

Another Epic God Poem. His love never ends either.

what can I say that has not yet been said
and where can I go that my heart hasn't led
when faced with the truth, let it go to my head
it hurts, but at least it's an answer
and where is the one that I've wanted to date
yesterday's leftovers still on my plate
coming to grips with the fact that he's late
and he's probably out with that dancer

Oh he may come and he might go
and I can't follow, I'm too slow
but I can sing a song I know, it's called my soul needs patching
you can sing along with me, the humming bird and buzzing bee
for all we know you're just like me, two souls whose hearts needs patching.

And when will I have what that other girl's got
love for a lifetime, guess this is my lot
I've scared off a few with the end to this plot
how those mystery dates made me shiver
and who is this person that I have become
sometimes just lazy, and snapping my gum,
I've tried to play smarter, perhaps I'm just dumb
but I'm all that I've got to deliver

Oh they may come and they may go
but I can't follow, I'm too slow
still I can sing a song I know,  it's called my soul needs patching
and you can sing along with me, the humming bird and buzzing bee
for all we know you're just like me, two souls whose hearts needs patching.

how can I slow what is driving me on
roll down the window, I'm more like a song
Set on the breeze that the wind blows along
with the fragrance of long summer days
So why all the longing when now is enough
precious and sweet are your words off the cuff
i'm happy to have you to read all this stuff
while the worlds smallest violin plays

Oh they may come and they may go
and I can't follow, I'm too slow
but I can sing a song I know it's called my soul needs patching
and you can sing along with me, the humming bird and buzzing bee
for all we know you're just like me, two souls whose hearts needs patching

No grand plan or scheme, but a vision
and only one thing to report
and this thing that I'm wishin' would be to go fishin'
away from the noise of this sort.

God has numbered every strand
upon your head and knows your name
designed you well, by His own hand
and put you in, to play the game.

Synthetic grass needs lots of care
out in left field, looking down
just like the stuff they weave in hair
and then that old familiar sound.

the ball's been hit, straight down left field
reality and daydream blurred
the guy on second tries to steal
but can't outrun your throw to third.

He's out but then that guy on first
has stolen base and now on second,
thoughts on grass are in your face
because your left field mind has beckoned.

Vision sharp, and body strong
and under cap, your brain recalled
the numbers given to each strand
upon your head shaved mostly bald.

and then another sudden crack
awakens player from the norm
the far left fielder plays it out
and crowds applause while you perform.

when dealing with outside assistance
it is important to first determine
expected outcomes and fees,
and this ought to be done
before commencement
of said work order,
otherwise both
parties may
wind up
sorry,
no?

I walked away...

you see, it's never my intention
to be rude or to offend
but they stood around
and spoke of what I could not comprehend
of all of the evil in the world
and all the whys
and then my friend spoke up
and much to my surprise
said "Tell me nothing!

"Tell me nothing sick and horrible
It's gotten out of hand
the misery's so sad, you see
and too much should be banned
and maybe all things work together
for the good, I understand
but please just keep it to yourselves
and leave my head here in the sand
just tell me nothing".

They were appalled
and so they walked away and left him there
in what he needed most
of course I prayed in my own quiet way,
to scare away the ghost
of all of the evil in the world
and all the whys
but then my friend spoke up and
much to my surprise
said "tell me something!"

"Tell me something good and funny,
make me laugh until I cry
you know there's something good in laughter
though I cannot tell you why~
maybe good news is on order from the Lord
and that's a far cry from the sadness
and a cry I can afford
and though I'd like to know
that God can hear our cries
but otherwise
if someone dies
please tell me nothing."

We walked away.

He bought them from his cousin
they were shiny black and new
the man was doing business
and at a fair price too.

Well they looked like patent leather
reflecting back, he smiles
he wore them out to church
and had put on several miles.

One day the skies grew darker
and the rain began to splatter
the drops absorbed into the shoes
well not a sight was sadder

For the shoes were made of paper
and his cousin bought the stock
from a man who made his livin'
shoeing feet that used to walk.

The business had been slowing
at God's Shoe store for the Saints
though reports were never glowing
he rarely got complaints.

I am told my father's cousin
owned a bar on Irving Street
and fitted many customers
while they still had living feet.

Many of the regulars
brought back their soggy shoes
I am sorry but there's no returns
can I pour you up some *****?

In a steaming creek bed of warm stone
lay me down in a heap all alone
feeling less occupied with the others who tried
to connect soul to soul with my own.

It was there that I sensed nature's kiss
flowing up from the ground, just pure bliss
steaming waters can seep
and I drew a breath deep
and allowed it to penetrate this:

In still waters I lay with my Lord
all my cares I had cast to the shore
it was there that He spoke
not a cad or a bloke
but my Love, and I shan't say much more.

He spoke of the feelings I had
of old thoughts which would trigger my sad
and he told me to take
all His truth and then spake
to my soul, only truth,  like a dad.

Then His Word, like a heat which can ****
any lie but quite good to me still
in plain English, God's Truth
fired fountain of youth  
and His water coursed over my will

He told me my heart was a beauty
that he made me to shine as his cutie
and that when I sing, it's the Ouray of spring
and I laughed, what a gas, God's a hootie.

So we soaked in our silence, befuddled
from my eyes to His bath, my tears puddled
that God's living water would cleanse his own daughter
so sweet, what a treat, to be cuddled.

they say I'm not
a real poem
and speak of rot
and lots of foam
they fish for treasure
lost down deep
while I swim free
from hook and creep.

he's got the words
he's got the feel
he's got a pole
and likes to reel
and once he caught
a pretty fish
upon the line
and quite a dish

her scales of gold
and eyes so blue
with seaweed hair
a corn silk hue  
and in her mouth
the line was caught
just through the lip
he pulled it taught

and as she spoke
he seemed more troubled
a fish which speaks?
the water bubbled.

She said "I don't
appreciate,
the thing you masquerade
with bait
I much prefer
the real hand
the poem which reads
just like a man
without the lies
without a catch
the one who tries
my tail to ******!

and then he quickly
loosed the hook
and tossed that fish
back in the brook
he settled down
upon the shore
and pondered words
which meant much more....

feel the steam
the pressure of the ocean
the walls of water flowing in
to heal the places deep within
my hurting soul

steel the dream
the mind can't take the notion
the empty heart's devotion
and finally eviction
conviction
of the truth

penetrate the mask
with Gods own word
gently lift the dream away
and power off the dirt
wash away the malady
today a new reality
love yourself and  
live without the hurt

let it dry
the final tears have fallen
and love is always calling
walking in the halls and
offering a tissue
this is not his issue
still he cares
always aware
he's always there
and he loves you.

released
from every vain deception
it was not my election
to have my heart's correction
come straight from my own mouth

and now the truth
my lack of proper leading
that this heart took a beating
rejected and left bleeding
but finally in the place
without disgrace
humbled and
set right

released.

She turned her mind toward thoughts of God
and pondered on this thing called 'Love'
and how it felt was rather odd
to have the thing she's dreaming of.

and not to say that much had changed
from all of what she'd felt before
but just her movement towards the thing
that gently rapped upon her door

and opening, the air was clean
and drifted into darkened mess
and brought with it the scent of spring
and promise that would lead to rest

the angry pride from early age
and pain she'd buried in the deep
once heated into molten rage
had turned to steel in her sleep

and stirring up the settled dust
the softest breeze swirled room to room,
the filtered light fell on the crust
the window sill, the broken loom

the cool fresh air, she breathed it in
which fanned the flames of hope again
but woke the sleeping child within
the bitter pill, the urge to sin

where were you when love was lost
and dreams were killed and hope was tossed
and where were you when I was nine
and lost my way and... one last time

I need to know where Love was when
the waves rushed in, and buildings fell
when kids were shot and parents grieved
and everything had gone to hell.

She could have slammed the door right then
He would have left, that's just His way,
she had to have it out with Him
and screamed and cried, but let Him stay.

I just don't get your kind of sense
which lets a man do what he will
to take away the innocence
to mock your name, and steal and ****.

And then the air stirred in her face
and quiet came to sandy shoal
he spoke of Love's abiding grace
and water flowed into her soul

"For what is better for your strife
and what is Love, to pull the reign
to force a man to choose the life
or nudge a man to use his brain?

And what is love to steal the bride
and drag her right outside the gait?
I set you free, you run inside
I chose you then, you chose to wait.

The war, it rages on within
the hurt from past, a frequent guest
your mind, a battleground has been
the place where you are also blessed.

You blame the Giver of the Gift
for fallen nature's heart attack
I've sent my only Son  to lift
this heavy burden from your back.

I hear you well, I understand
the breath you breathe, this rotting tomb
I died for you and every man
to give to you back your breathing room."

She turned her mind toward thoughts of God
and pondered on this thing called 'Love'
and how it felt was rather odd
to have the thing she's dreaming of.

and not to say that much had changed
from all of what she'd felt before
but just my movement towards the thing
that gently rapped upon her door

and opening, the air was clean
and drifted into darkened mess
and brought with it the scent of spring
and promise that would lead to rest

the angry pride from early age
and pain she'd buried in the deep
once heated into molten rage
had turned to steel in my sleep

and stirring up the settled dust
the softest breeze swirled room to room,
the filtered light fell on the crust
the window sill, the broken loom

the cool fresh air, she breathed it in
which fanned the flames of hope again
but woke the sleeping child within
the bitter pill, the urge to sin

where were you when love was lost
and dreams were killed and hope was tossed
and where were you when I was nine
and lost my way and... one last time

I need to know where Love was when
the waves rushed in, and buildings fell
when kids were shot and parents grieved
and everything had gone to hell.

She could have slammed the door right then
He would have left, that's just His way,
she had to have it out with Him
and screamed and cried, but let Him stay.

I just don't get your kind of sense
which lets a man do what he will
to take away the innocence
to mock your name, and steal and ****.

And then the air stirred in her face
and quiet came to sandy shoal
he spoke of Love's abiding grace
and water flowed into her soul

"For what is better for your strife
and what is Love, to pull the reign
to force a man to choose the life
or nudge a man to use his brain?

And what is love to steal the bride
and drag her right outside the gait?
I set you free, you run inside
I chose you then, you chose to wait.

The war, it rages on within
the hurt from past, a frequent guest
your mind, a battleground has been
the place where you are also blessed.

You blame the Giver of the Gift
for fallen nature's heart attack
I've sent my only Son  to lift
this heavy burden from your back.

I hear you well, I understand
the breath you breathe, this rotting tomb
I died for you and every man
to give to you back your breathing room."