I woke up by the waters where my yesterdays were you
and watched as both our bodies turned to every shade of blue
our breaths were getting shorter and our hearts were beating fast
until the Sun appeared and cast its shadow on our backs
more beautiful a metaphor I couldn’t hope to dream
to wake up by the waters, let my yesterdays to be

I lean into a rhythm when I write a single phrase
find meaning in the beating, let each Word to make its way
my body always follows and my soul surrenders too
and suddenly The Sun has a horizon made of You
I revel in the warmth and choose to share it with the world
to give as much as possible to few or many more
my poetry is nothing but a measure I received
I offer it to anyone and everyone in peace

if there is a point to my writing
it never involves me at all
the best I can do is be mindful
of keeping These Words from withdrawal
my tongue has been some kind of a vessel
a pen that has ink, so to say  
it speaks out in every direction
of places I want to remain
I thought I could pass for a poet
but all I’ve been given is Yours
so here I am being a person
admitting I am nothing more

if I were a slave to desire
I’d till every person I grow
I’d wrap myself up in a secret
and make it sound like one to know
I’d hide any signs of my sadness
and mask every burden I bind
you’d think I was being transparent
but I’d be deceiving your mind

(see)

desire has some way of turning
the people it torments - to graves
but even the bones have a story
and it is what keeps you awake
the rest in your body is smothered
The Truth has no place in your heart
and now that you’re being transparent  
you’re finally falling apart

there’re so many phrases belonging to Time
yet somehow the ages defile Its rhyme
defining them new ways and challenging Truth
as if it were possible even to do
a meaning created by One and for all
can never be threatened or made to be false
we’ll only be crippled in every way
by trying to change what the Maker has made
so let us be humbled and yield to the Words
that wake up our human and sing to be heard

see, there is a place where the clock doesn’t count
on every second The Time’s giving out
where Always is final yet tends to be shown
as some kind of present you couldn’t have sown
whatever was given to you in your hands
is what will be tested by God become Man
and if you have nothing but seconds and thirds
you’ll be like the king who was fed to the birds

she put her bed in bags of three the color white as snow
went higher than the mind can go and shackled up her soul
and there I was interpreting each mumble in her mouth
believing there was Grace enough to pull her person out
say who am I to reason with another human mind?
when every single second has already been defined
but what if Time has left us all a single open door?
where Mercy is a season reigning always, evermore
there’s more than just a difference every one of us can make
when need becomes the center and the reason we’re awake

The Root of every story is the one I hope to hear
the one that has been buried ‘neath a world without an ear
[‘cause every noise is nothing but a clinical decay
and everyone’s on something while believing they’re okay]
the Words toward which I gravitate are not some passersby
I wait for them like Water pouring down from rainy skies
and every time I hear them, You I glorify again
The Source of every root I have, the Miracle Himself

my skin’s becoming nothing and my body’s falling off
I’m something I have never been, much more than what I was
I’m reaching higher altitudes and talking to the stars
and every single one of them has asked me where You are
I summoned all the strength I had - in Spirit and in Truth
and told them of the depths to which I’ve come to know of You
You’re nothing like the others, You can’t even be compared
You’re every Hallelujah that I didn’t know was there
If anybody calls me to be anywhere but here
I’ll walk away in silence and completely  disappear

I think about the Loyalty a heart was born to have
to beat for what is Bolder than the passions of your hands
to hold onto a Message written somewhere on your veins
so you can sing to rhythms you are learning more each day
your Life is but a song the heart has sealed within its blood
so let it pour upon a world in dire need of Love

see, there are no lines in the face of your soul
no Time that can pass like time weathering bones
it’s all so internal, incredible Truth
The Hands of The Clock that are carrying you
may hope they are bringing be hope you receive
when passes your person, you die as a seed
that falls on the soil of Life and not death
Eternally growing, Eternally breath

the first time I was taken I was walking in my sleep
and I would not return this able body back to me
the second time it happened they broke every single bone
and left me with the notion I would always be alone
the number three pervaded every feeling I had left
they followed me inside and by the cunning of their theft
debauchery proceeded to the point of no return
my body caught on fire and I watched the embers burn
the final fourth was coming to devour something more
the soul inside a body that I once had claimed before
and this is where I end the tale of years and of their wolves
was spared my life to tell it to the wise and to the fools

I’m tired in my body, I am restless in my soul
and everywhere I look I see the ruin of it all
the valleys being eaten and the people falling down
the voices in the fire screaming evermore the loud
and just as I begin to feel the heat of all the noise
I chase the sound of gratitude and mark it as my choice
I choose to be a Maker of whatever I can make
I choose the side of battlecries against the side of hate
the More You Are the less I am, so let it always be
I need You more than anything and everything I see

there’re so many patterns inside of this world
the blooming of nature, m   i g  r a  t   i o n of birds
and all of them mirror a Face we can’t see
yet with our whole being embrace when we breathe

and if we are patient and if we are kind
we will be returned every piece of our sight
to trace every pattern back into our hearts
the eye of our body’s most powerful part

sometimes I feel like my days are estranged
like Time disconnects me in every way
from that which I’m doing wherever I am
so I become one with the hourglass sand

my body is laying its hands on my soul
my thoughts are elusive, they come & they go
I focus my energy carefully now
yet wander as much as I’ve ever known how

my dreams carry rhythms that challenge my strife
they put me to death then they bring me to life
and what I’m left seeing and feeling is this:
the more I am present, the less I exist

I’m crawling on all fours to reach a Light that’s fading fast
while everything behind me strikes my bones into the past
the strength it takes to move resembles Weakness come on High
a struggle unrelenting with a reason in its eye
the longer I can stay here in a stare with Life itself
the more a chance I have to breathe another single breath
the back of me is ruin so let onward be my gain
The Hope in me is stronger than the cause of all my pain

“I want to know all I can possibly know”
said someone in passing to me long ago
and now I hear voices inside of my head
that lead me to places and leave me for dead

I beckon to silence and ask it to speak
to render me strong when I feel I am weak
but all I can hear is the sound of my mind
inflicting confusion and making me blind

my heart is an altar that barely exists
the foam of a tide in a sea of my sins
dishonesty begs me to never confess
but here I am bleeding my thoughts nonetheless

if I can continue on living more days
I hope to use time to change all of my ways
and not to be selfish, and not to be *****
but only to do what Your will has me do

the stars were burning holes into the late October sky
I asked them for a reason but they couldn’t tell me why
by stealing from the Sun the nights came longer, darker still
and with them went my every bit of human power’s will
I reckoned with my follies but the numbers hurt my head
and much as I desired to I couldn’t lay them rest
if one said I was capable the other said I’m not
“for everyone and everything’s susceptible to rot”
I couldn’t find a match to spare except the one in hand
set fire to my body, how much longer can it stand?

why do the days feel like they’re blended in one?
like Sunday to Sunday I can’t see the Sun?
perhaps it’s because all my loyalty lies
in every hour the night passes by
I feel like a shadow that doesn’t exist
that takes on its form when there’s nothing that is
I bide too much time as a shepherd who sleeps
and sees not the wolves who’ve their eyes on the sheep
I scurry and shiver because of my skin
remembering Truth’s all the while within
too much be distractions in every day
and many the voices that make it this way
but if you can settle your heart on just One
you’ll never be shaken by other ones come
defeat can be tragic should ache it your bones
but Victory’s spoken: “you’re never alone”

should you have the time, may I give you mine?
let us speak of Life, let us not divide
everything you are, I am made of too
more than I am me, more than you are you
pieces of the sky carry every heart
far beyond the day, far beyond the dark  
Time can be your friend, Time can set you free
come out of your head, move and live and breathe

the sum of every change I see has rendered me the same
though hundred billions pass me by on any given day
I walk through conversations word by word upon my toes
to try to understand the way this body wants to go
I can’t believe my sorrow has protected me thus far
and shown me what it’s like to be exactly where You are
if all I have is blood and sweat then let me sweat in blood
I want to be prepared to meet the Only Face of Love

I went out for a walk today and asked the sky to speak
and every word I recognized changed everything in me
my eyes became the keepers of a message in clouds
and now I can’t go anywhere I cannot see and doubt
my mind can go in circles or in any kind of shape
as long as I can hear You then I know I’m still awake
forgiven every absence and forgotten every fall
I walk into Your Presence like I never left at all

there’re people in this world who may be nothing like they seem
they’re full of good intentions but mistaken for the least
and in their so-called lack of what society demands
they make a mark upon us by the movement of their hands
they know the sound of music and they know what it can do
and in the end they’re humbled by Eternity and Truth
lest any conversation be a second’s waste of time
they’ll speak to you in silence, give you rest & peace of mind

[If] I could coil back to kindness and give it back for free
I’d spread myself as thick as I could poss-ib-ly be
surrender my tomorrows to the days I’ll never own
forgive myself for follies I had never thought I’d show
a word-for-word confession is the song I want to sing
a melody where Truth alone abides in everything
though I have been dishonest both in practice and in preach
I’ll fold myself in half at knee to learn instead of teach
for wherever there’s a lesson there is infinitely more
a way of life surrounded by a never ending shore
to dive into its ocean means to struggle and to fight
but know that after all is done, you’ll make it through the night

there is but no other kind of lie
than the sound of sighs
falling out of mouths which bathe their teeth
in the waste of wine

one by one each breath rejects the Truth
for another life
where moons are quick to come, hide the sun
where it’s black and white

where Love has been but once, not to stay
cannot be survived
by those who dip their tongues in blood  
are you still alive?

so when will it stop being easy to find
the stories I keep in the back of my mind
the words I have gathered with both of my hands
connected on strings to the person I am

a song I could sing for the rest of my days
and carry with me when I go to the grave  
for so many questions I’ve nothing to show
my curious nature has proven it so

the anchors I’ve honored are floating again
they’re nothing but dust to the oceans and rain
the water is heavy and so is the sand
all I want to do is find hope where I stand

**just wait for the silence and trust I am near
find rest in the stillness until I appear
in light of this moment let troubles to pass
there’s nothing My Love for you cannot outlast

I feel like I’ve been lived in like a home without a lock
Like everyone who’s been here never even cared to knock
They walked through open doors and laid their bodies on the floor
I hadn’t the authority to stop them coming more
I’d crawl into my bedroom where I’d try to fall asleep
So busied, drifting, turned about by all that I could see
The days began to pass without acknowledging my steps
“you weren’t really moving,” said a voice into my breath
It’s time to walk the hallways, it is time to find the key
It’s time to tell the people here, “I need you all to leave”

my lungs are on fire
my head is awake
my heart has been wading
and silently breaks
my breaths getting shorter
my thoughts growing weak
my feelings surrender
to what I can’t see
I blink at the people
and then I look up
I want to be with You
to learn how to Love
I hope to be water
returned to the sky
like a droplet of rain
falling back in Your eye

There’s tragedy written inside of us all
A story that reads like a beckoning call
Wherever you’re going, wherever you’ve been
Remember the voice that once taught you to sing
The praise of a mother, a father or friend
Whoever in Life has been giving you strength
The kind that is Whole and the kind that is True
In Love with the way you are meant to be you
Forgiving your follies, erasing your shame
Inviting you in by the sound of your name

my head can be crazy, my head can be sane
my head can be home to the worst kind of pain
the kind that revisits - unwelcome, unkind
belittle the days that were good to your mind
it leaks into dreams so to make of you less
attacks you at night when you’re trying to rest
but this is what’s crazy and this is what’s sane
your mind is an altar, a product of pain
the kind that will knock ‘fore it opens the door
acknowledge the body that lies on the floor
the kind that shows empathy for you and me
erases the days we could never be free

the earth is bleeding  b l u e r  than it ever has before
its riches being scattered on an ever-shrinking shore
The Sun is falling deeper by the day into despair
and counts upon a single hand the lives that can be spared
the numbers may be fading but the conversation flows
the Rays of Light are pouring over every single soul  
"I'll rise for few or many, I will rise for even one!"
"But I will disappear the day I know that there are none."
"I've asked Our Father Time to be as patient as He could,"
"and thanked Him for the seconds more He added where He would."
"our words exchanged are less and less but all the more profound,"
"I'll burn up all my energy to save your life right now."

I am going to leave this story untold
and carry it with me wherever I go
If anyone sees all the words in my eyes
I'll swallow them up in an ocean of smiles
I'd rather hold on to the taste of the past
than throw too much salt at the people who ask
*Remember September, remember July
the former a baby, the latter is I

it's one Sun then two we can see in this life
there's one in our body and one in the sky
if days be some windows the shape of the moon
then while they are open we're welcomed to bloom
the Truth about Life is the same for us all
each Winter we die til comes Spring through the Fall
we follow the seasons like footsteps of Time
so let us be never a second behind

if I could be water I'd fall over stones
I'd move like a shadow without any bones
I'd feed into rivers that come from the sky
and cradle the stars as they learn how to shine
I'd sing to the moon so the ocean could hear
and move its whole body without any fear
the tides would be perfect and gracefully made
the sun would be honored in every day
if I could be water I'd know how to be
a slave to the motions set finally free

don't know what it is about bleeding
that *makes my poor heart come alive
I'm dressing in red for a reason
and tonight I'll be totally blind

it's then I will learn how to see You
with eyes I could never explain
You answer my questions completely
in blood You let pour through my veins

While others discuss what is dying
I'll listen because I am Yours    
as both of my bodies surrender
I will make my way back to before

on fringes of fingers of hands I don't know
I watched my whole body retreat to my soul
and now that I'm one with a body unseen
I'm more of a human than I've ever been
see, Truth has a layer of skin in itself
a skeleton clothed in eternity's breath
the one conversation you cannot ignore
it carries you forward and promises more
than anyone ever could possibly dare
a fire that smothers what shouldn't be there

If I could trade my eyes today I'd trade them with the Sun
to wake up with the world and greet another morning come
I'd watch the shadows bathe beneath the warmth of every ray
I'd float upon the waters in the gentlest of ways
and if the clouds delivered Latter Rain upon us all
then I would be returned the eyes exchanged to watch it fall
I'd never want to miss the chance to see beyond this life
to reconcile my body with the source of Truth and Light

what if all the people in your life gone by could come to you in dreams
carry conversations like they did as though the moon induced no sleep
would you still embrace the things they said those nights or try to just forget
reason with your consciousness tonight because you're stuck inside your head  
is there something making all your thoughts collide you cannot seem to grasp
do you recognize the hands of time these days or do the hours pass
sand inside the glass is falling slowly now unlike it has before
giving you and I the space we begged it to and not a measure more
I can't help but wonder if I'm here and now or always somewhere else
I want to speak another language every day but if I can't, be well

eighteen years of patience
have carried you through
made one of a body
that used to be two
the womb you were given
was meant to be shared
make room for each other
and Life will take care
[of every moment
I cannot be there]
together you got here
together you'll go
back into your mother
again to be sewn

When you swim out to sea and your limbs need a boat
turn all of you over and you'll learn how to float
See the water has welcomed each pace you have made
it is writing your story upon every wave
And when you are ready your book will be bound
by an author you've asked to be part of you now
A Scribe who intends to relay what you have said
or a snipe who's been hiding inside of your head