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Feb 2011 · 1.0k
The Devil's Advocate.
Breathe into me, multiply sources of life
Relinquish me, allow me to captivate night
I burn and I burn, great joy in *******
And gratitude, sir, as you aid my persuasion.
Feb 2011 · 864
Whisper
A whisper, a whisper
Like a shadow, a vapor
Escaping, to scurry
Like a nightbound eclipser

Can't see me, can't find me
Yet I can deny thee
The goodness of Life
With merely a whisper
Feb 2011 · 2.7k
Fragility
How fragile the bones of the dying
Eroding like stone that turns to sand
How fragile the eyes
A weak glimpse into surrounding darkness
How fragile the power
Once mighty as a mountain, now a struggling memory

But of all the ailing pieces of those near death
None compares to the withering soul
Breaking and cracking, no longer whole
As one prepares to ride into eternity
And anticipates the moment a breath will come and pass
Never to be duplicated again
The soul all the while fights the battle for life
And, through consuming fragility, is defeated at last
Feb 2011 · 648
Put your trust in Beauty.
Beauty for a moment is found in cherry lips and the curve of hips,
Hidden in youth, seeming more lasting than in truth.
Beauty for a while can be found within a smile,
Temptingly genuine, but nothing one should trust in.
Beauty for this life should be in the heart of a husband or wife,
Lasting and faithful, and, of the earthly, the most stable.
Beauty for eternity is only ours through the blood of the One most Holy,
Given to those who believe in a Spirit that will never leave.

Put your trust in beauty...how long it will last is yours to choose.
Feb 2011 · 806
Break Suburbia
I’m getting kinda tired of the streetlights
Passing by me on these summer nights.
I just pace around for a new direction
One that finally deserves my attention.

I look up to the sky, to my love so divine
Asking and praying for a glimpse or a sign
To what might steady all the reason and rhyme
Of days still to come that are racing with time.

It’s increasing my patience, but it’s making me itch
This wait I endure with a nervous twitch.
I’ll hold on to this hope, though you find it strange;
I will break suburbia, and my life will change.
It only happens when I look at you
When my new stones turn an icy hue
A cold chill of last November
Frozen deeper than I remember
With a steep wall to scale
It takes a moment to fail
But it only happens when I look at you
Again I hear my heart break
And I learn what's at stake
In a journey to heal --
Only this wound to feel
And that only happens when I look at you.
Jan 2011 · 923
Unprepared
The clouds disenvelope the slated sky
As to heighten my fear and reverence.
We haven't quite figured this whole life out:
Too unknowing to beware imprudence.


                                                   ­                    My mind shivers, I am too scared.
                                                         ­         You rest your head, too unprepared.
                                                     ­                   She lies and sighs, not even there.
Jan 2011 · 1.1k
An Empty Stump
The colors grow dim with the night
And the light of day will fade.
Sitting crosslegged on a stump
I bid my farewell with a wave.

My palm is hollow for yours;
There's a stump by my side.
My partner, how you wandered –
You wavered into a lie.

How I wish I could revive
The connection we shared, my dear,
And how, you'd never wave goodbye–
For you promised to stay near.
Jan 2011 · 486
The Moon
You are shining for us on the other side.
So I'll be Your moon; I will reflect Your light.

Oh, how You saved me from the Lion's Den.
Oh, how You've loved me time and time again.

So Lord, I am praying that I could shine as thee.
Because my Lord was willing to give His all for me.
Jan 2011 · 671
White Flowers
She has two weeks to encode
The true inscription of an
Engineer's heart. But she is
Twenty.

Much too short of time for a
Younger heart. This delicate flesh
Deserves more than she knows;
Naïve.

Fake flowers from her father. White
as linen bed sheets. Fresh –
exciting as it is melancholy: the
Wedding.

Speak now or forever hold your
Peace. How can she define love?
It is – or isn't – a mistake. It is
Choices.
Heart racing
against my mind.
She’ll be gone soon
stop wasting time.
Where is my faith
others claim to be true?
Don’t freeze, don’t ignore
I thought that I knew.
Mental battle, spirit battle
to make the world thrive.
Am I living a lie
or lying alive?

— The End —