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."

Me
riding on the winds of mediocrity
waiting on a time when you and I will be
we are not the same as what we used to be
making up is lame when it's not happening
anyway
that's okay
save it for another day

You
Quiet on the end of telephone
and you
calling every day
yet I am still alone
then
when it's getting late and I have had enough
we're
serving up another plate of goodnight stuff.

and anyway
that's okay
save it for another day

Yeah anyway
that's okay
it's alright
not tonight
never mind
not unkind
understand
out of hand
okay then
I'll be there
when you tbink
I don't know
say a prayer
Hang it up
there you go
for all we know
that's the show
still just me.

do you mind if I borrow your rose-colored glasses
my day's been a shade of deep blue~
and by chance could you spare me your spit-fits of laughter
while I sort through these bills that are due?

What do you get when you cross a rose with your wife?
A kiss.

Looking back I couldn't see
he storm clouds rising up inside me
here alone I've faced a darker day
Hard to know where you begin, just like the rain
you touched my skin and suddenly I'm drenched
and looking for a place to hide away

With you, Ed, with you
Hide away with you, Ed, with you

Take me back to where you're from
and dry me off beneath the sun
and speak to me the words which turn cold winters into summer
Melt the ice within my heart, please make it safe
and never part my life with you is so much more
than what it was, a ******

With you, Ed,  with you
Summer fun with you, Ed, with you

Clouds move in and storms roll past
the darkness comes but never lasts
in suffering, somehow Grace has seen us through
and when we're tired of being kin
and threads of love are getting thin
whatever comes, I'm hangin' in with you

With you, Ed, with you
hangin out with you, Ed, with you

Where is the light in my eyes
has it grown dim
without any source of conviction
was only
a matter of time
and what I have seen, done
led to eviction
of right, wrong
my soul became blinded
and numb
from
what's lurking behind it
hidden away
and nobody's business but mine

but where is the smile in my eyes
too many things
have
stifled the laughter
and nothing I say would
surprise
they're only words
said,
and actions soon after.

the dream
is
only
a memory
I threw it away
thought it meant nothing
they say
hey
let's live for today
cause it's all just a memory
anyway~

and
I know
that evil is oozing and
i know
who stands here accusing
we started perusing
and feeling no shame
taken a bruising
this all seems so lame
but then again
nothing is wrong~

Give me the time
and
tell me the reason
that I cannot feel
and nothing is pleasin'
is there a pulse,
can you feel my heart aching
caught in a web,
it's hurt but not breaking
I hope what You say is
there's still hope today
I've come to the place
and sick of disgrace
can I bathe in the Grace that is Yours?

Here is the light in my eyes
having been dim
i can attest
to the wonders of Him
who
works in mysterious ways
haze
and that which had clouded my days
raised
darkened and dreary
and dead to the Lord
cleaned up and set right
the message I heard
to swim in the spirit
you have to get near it
and nothing to run from
you hardly should fear it
without even trying
i can't keep from crying
the preacher guy said
without God we'd be dying
and that said,
I am truly amazed

My mind it travels to and fro,
the world it feeds the input though,
and we must press the whey out from the curds
And so I speak of vagaries,
of things to come which I can't see
but speak into reality,
if only by my words.

The power of the word,
to mezmerize and heal the hurt,
your eyes are beautiful
they've looked into my soul
The wonder of your gaze,
it touches places, Dear,
I'd rather not be writing of,
our love, like epic poetry,
too much to share in whole.

a careful and a thoughtful kind of man
standing on the edge of all he knows
timing is the most important thing to him
counting all his reasons as he goes...

watching everyday as days draw near
how he'd like to leave it all right now
tomorrow holds the answer, soon it's yesterday
gone without a trace and this is how

a careful and thoughtful kind of man
standing on the edge of all his fear
waited 'til his boy was nearly nine years old
daddy taught him well to disappear.  

never let them know you're leaving town
spend some time and money on the kids when you're around
be sure to have your picture taken all together then
leave when they're asleep without a sound.

"Where you going Pa", your little man
turn around and see him in the porch light if you can
"I'll be back in just a while" is what he heard you say
watched his daddy slowly walk away.

here we go, another wasted year
thought about the reasons that you had to disappear
nothing's sounding sweeter than the ones you left last spring
timing is the most important thing

Tending to things that don't matter that much
wasting my time watching TV and such
spending my money on folly and shame
don't point at me 'cause your doin' the same

Waiting on something that's bigger than this
cleared away cobwebs and cut through the mist
made up my mind that I'm staying alone
I keep to myself for I'm all that I own

but I need someone to tell me
it's gonna be alright
and I want someone to lead me
out through the dark of this night
i do...yeah i do

paying the bills that are up to my chin
Wait for the day when my ship will come in
keep even-keeled in the worst of the gales
but climbing the stairs takes the wind from my sails

We work until five then it's time for a beer
month after month turns to year after year
Thinking that maybe there's some other way
taking a risk could mean falling away

do we all need someone to tell us
it's gonna be alright?
do we all want someone to lead us
out through the dark of this night?
maybe not....but I do

Nothing is really new under the sun
we've taken a look but not turned to the One
why all the bitterness I can not say
pride in our lives chose the ignorant way

and we all need someone to tell us
it's gonna be alright
and we all
need someone to lead us
out through the dark
and the dread of this horrible night
(****, ding, ****)
the dark of this terrible night
We do

when I was a child, heard many a thing
about God in His Heaven and angels who sing
of streets paved of gold, and the one at the gate
whose keeping a record of me on a slate

the things that I do and the things that I say
It scared me to think that I'd sin anyway
and I wanted to know how the God of great love
could measure our worth by the things we think of

not knowing Him then, well I listened to men
who knew less about God than they did their own end
so I prayed to the One, asking right from my heart
tell me true, are you there, have you been from the start?

can you please help me sort through the myth and the magic
the lies of religion, the hopeless and tragic?
can you meet me right here, just where I am
in my darkness and failures, are you really I AM?

and what of the others who labor for nothing
who have not and hunger for turkey and stuffing?
on the streets, in the cold, stumbling drunk in the alleys
red-handed, white lies, and deep blues in dark valleys?

at our weakest, and numb from the heartache of losing
the ones that we love, left behind with a bruising
will I find you in throne rooms in the back of my mind
like some Wizard of Oz that I'm seeking to find?

A whisper, an answer, a thought I just had
was it me, was it You, could it be, that I'm mad?
But wait, there again, as I stifle my pride,
"Open the door and invite me inside".

"Ask Me, I'll tell you, I'll lead you along
NOT ONE WORD WAS WRITTEN, disproven or wrong"

"And as for the poor and the weak and your past
Your sins are forgiven, the first shall be last."

"I've chosen the weak things to confound the wise
I turn it around for the greatest surprise"

The ONE that I love, the dearest of all
the babe in the manger with the horse in the stall
He grew to a man and we know him as Jesus
fulfilled the great plan and wow, how he sees us

He bore all our burdens and gave us the ring,
we are his bride and HE is our King
and the more that I trust him, the more I debate
I need to ask questions regarding our fate

Is God all around us, is heaven for real
does He care for our flesh and the way that we feel?
is one day like a thousand, as thousands are lost
in the floods and the fires and the wars and the frost?

I'll wait for the answers and try to be still
like the child in the manger and the cow on the hill
I will study to find myself well in Your sight
while we sit by the fire and chat through the night

and when Christmas has finally dawned on our days
and we celebrate giving in so many ways
I must keep in mind how you wiped clean the slate
for once and for all you reopened that gate

and I must not forget though I'm often at fault
that you want me to shine, to be light, to be salt
and always remember that You are the reason
I celebrate Christmas, no matter the season.

far too innocent to know the secrets of creation
abandoned, and left wandering in the pines
the love she thinks she's getting now
through ****** relation
will only serve to blur the boundary lines.

Looking back I couldn't see
he storm clouds rising up inside me
here alone I've faced a darker day
Hard to know where you begin, just like the rain
you touched my skin and suddenly I'm drenched
and looking for a place to hide away

With you, with you
Hide away with you, with you

Take me back to where you're from
and dry me off beneath the sun
and speak to me the words which turn cold winters into summer
Melt the ice within my heart, please make it safe
and never part my life with you is so much more
than what it was, a ******

With you, with you
Summer fun with you, with you

Clouds move in and storms roll past
the darkness comes but never lasts
in suffering, somehow Grace has seen us through
and when we're tired of being kin
and threads of love are getting thin
whatever comes, I'm hangin' in with you

With you, with you
hangin out with you, with you

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You're packed within a mystery
can only guess your story
of how you came to be this way
and who should get the glory
I cannot blame your mother
nor your dad for they were young
although the stars were out that night
your spark had yet to come
they had no clue when they made you
that you would be a man
who likes his dogs with ketchup
and his beans right from the can
while no one knows exactly why
you act within your means
the books suggest a tie between
environment and genes
while smarter guys philosophize
and science can't be wrong, ha!
the life we lead is just the seed
of folks who'll come along
for life, designed in secret
as well it ought to be
dates back before the science books
a sweet old mystery

It started with a couplet
quite easy to direct
but blossomed into something else
beyond my intellect.

I am only one, I ask you
what can one girl can do?
You fed thousands fish and loaves
though you only had a few.

You healed the sick and dying
saying "Greater shall you do"
But I am only human, Jesus,
how can that be true?

And then You say you are 'I AM',
I AM alive in you.
And I say "OK, Good enough~
The Truth will have to do".

So how 'bout we just keep in touch
if You're that close, sweet Lord
It won't take long to reach You
and that's a call I can afford.

Very clever little G
you're starting out just fine
and when the need is there
just speak the water into wine.

Heal sick and broken hearted
lead a soul out of the flame
It's not your job to worry how
just do it in my Name.

Do not worry how you'll look
or what you're gonna say
just be yourself and let Me
be The Light that shines The Way.

Jesus was a real man
the books will verify
at 33 they nailed him
to a chunk of wood to die.

And to be sure that he was dead
hanging naked on a cross
they speared him though, and left him there
my Jewish carpenter boss.

And not a word was written
that He would not fulfill
the scene was painted well before
the making of the hill.

All men can be redeemed
that is,
bought back with His own blood
we cannot pay the price for sin
He freed us by His Love.

Written long before his birth
their KING would rise day three
and so it was, and so it is
that I AM lives in me.

And to many, it may seem absurd
but this is not a game
I am aware of the price He paid
and the power of His Name.

I've no stake in religion
there's nothing there for me
but I will follow Christ alone
His Love has set me free.

And though I am just one girl
and crazy into rhyming
In prayer I find my comfort
and I trust him with the timing.

something to give...
do I have time ( checking my watch)
am I just wasting the time that I'm given
to write one more line?
something I feel...
do I have time ( checking my heart)
Maybe it's best I get working
where all that I'm feeling is real.

I don't like much
but what I like
is how you loved me then...
I don't like much
to argue now
but gee i did back then

you pushed my buttons
every day
with everything you said
just couldn't help the way you felt  
much nicer now instead.

And so I think I love you now
though we are only friends
better to be friends in love
than what we had back then.

Appreciate the way you think
the simple life, our common link
the words we share, the subtle smiles
which pass between so many miles.

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

I want it if I think
you'll want it if I don't.

I'll take it if I think
you'll take it if I won't.

You want the thing I most desire
I'll leave it in your hand.

This  riddle is the kind of thing
you'll never inderstand..

In the morning, Father God, tell me, please
how the moon 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 pink 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 WHAT 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!"

one small dream was all i had
not much but still it grew into a photograph
not much but still it flew on one fond memory
let me fly this one small dream into reality.

follow the night through to day
wait in the usual way
wanting to say something wonderful to you
while lying in wait for the words
tears brimming up in my eyes
holding your hand as you sleep
I wanted to say something wonderful
sweetly, just something that offers some peace

something that sums up your life
the things that we all need to hear
the purpose you have and your ways, how you live
how you face everything without fear
Waiting on wonderful words
something nice...means a lot to me now
I've spent all my life simply trying to speak
and I must get the words out somehow

sitting beside you I pray
though my prayers are eclipsed by my need
to tell you right now just how wonderful words
are when spoken, seem outdone by deed

and whatever we meant can't come out
Well I laugh then I cry and I shout
you're
terribly
       painfully
                   beautifully
                          gainfully
                                 miss you already
                                          you're wonderfully made fully
               powerfully
                                   lov­able
                                         covered by kisses      
and nobody misses
you more

well we could enjoy a cold beer
and I know how you love that stuff too
I'm sorry and sad my heart's feeling bad
but you're hugged just as hard till you're blue.
and  I know that you know what I mean
just as sure as you called to the birds
I could borrow a line from a card
make it rhyme
while I'm waiting on wonderful words
.
oh, you're
terribly
       painfully
                   beautifully
                          gainfully
                                 miss you already
                                          you're wonderfully made fully
               powerful
                                   lovable
                                         covered by kisses
and misty salt roses      
and nobody misses
you more

My People perish
what to do
they see the boundaries
run right through
they take the shield
and throw it down
the thorny brush
my painful crown
The garden bed
they trampled on
and now not fed
they linger on
and turn against
their only hope
the One to cleanse
their wounds like soap
The hand which wipes
away their tears
was stained with blood
two thousand years
before  you saw the
light of day
He died for you
and come what may
He calls to heart
which turns again
to filthy place, the darkest sin
Messiah knows
He leaves the rest
to find you in the
another mess
He draws you back
to quietness
restores your soul
to joyfulness
and washes clean
and sets you free
to live again
in harmony.

looking back I kind of sensed my story
the sparkles of my heart were stuck like glue
I colored way outside the lines
elated that I'd have to find
my own way, not be tied to something blue.

seems like choosing all the safe things,
all the things that make most sense,
cannot be right without the input of the heart
soon broken hearted it would seem
I had to run, forget the dream
into the arms of what felt safe back at the start.

Well let the day begin
flow in
morning sun light up the darkness
and clear away the past
let the love flow in
flow in
let it wash the sleeping sadness
maybe this time make it last.

and maybe life has not turned out the way I wanted,
although both careful and adventurous, I've tried,
my youthful zest for life has left me haunted,
by shattered dreams, the very thing which was denied.

at the same time there's a hope on the horizon
an excitement as I look to God, the One,
and while I'm free to make the choice,
I'll choose to listen to His voice
and in that confidence a new day has begun.

Well let the day begin
flow in
morning sun light up the darkness
and clear away the past
let the love flow in
flow in
let it wash the sleeping sadness
maybe this time make it last.

if just for today.

He wrote my story
long before I was
so therefore I am
not an accident

Words are a gift or a weapon, and it would seem that wars could be avoided if we knew how to speak the right things...to be more diplomatic.

conceived
within the mind
of a LUNATIC!

:)

this old winter wind that i'm standing in
can't ******* around anymore
I've taken a hammer straight to my sole
and nailed my shoes to the floor.

it was just a little story
something that you sent me years ago
you said it was the only thing that you could do for me
just to write your words
if not your feelings which hung heavy
in the deeper darker places
yet unspoken or unheard within your soul...
never mind
it's just a story, you said
I think not...but I know better
since I write poetry which
is always more than just a poem
revealing deeper things
too painful to admit. or feel....
I tried to read between the lines
assuming everything
anything
wanting just to know the truth...
see your thoughts in your own handwriting;

and I kept them all
I kept them all

Behind your back we called you by your given name
after all of our conversations we all drew a fair conclusion
that you are right, we're all the same

unfortunately, I will not be available to help you pack
as I have premeditated obligations for that day.

if you'd asked
back in the year
that love was still brand new
or simply held out
til the time
when we were past the woo...
instead you waited
out of fear
that I'm not right for you
waited for the sun to set
on all the passion too
ask me now
and I will say
" you're long past overdue"
ask me why
I never warned?
" It's not my business to!"

and unwritten.