If Jesus is the question,
What is the question?
Is it, let's say,
Youth disaffection?
Kids need to be taught to say,
"Back off' to drugs and bullies these days,
Jesus as a forever friend,
To wisdom their lives to wend,
How can we reach more of them?
In this modern, digital age,
Introductions need to be made,
If an issue, is, indeed,
Youth disaffection,
Is Jesus the answer to this question?

Poems move in currents
changing speed and
splitting ways,
and we watch.
The rolling faire,
the words they share
leave beauty behind,
ignorant,
understood by one;
intentions only guessed
while images we digest
from origin unknown.
We read, we take,
we contemplate.
But unless traversing upstream,
over boulders,
holding rocks,
growing tired as we near the point of pain
we never see its start.
The water breaks through stone,
alone...
And where,
only the poet knows.

I'm walking a path that goes nowhere
Riding on a train to eternity
Flying to infinity
Biking to forever
Running to limitless
But my shoes are falling apart
My train is derailed
My plane is crashing
My bike is rusting
My legs are failing
But I'm okay for now

Lamoon smiles like the sun.
Call me home,
before dinner lamoon.
Sweet lamoon making no sense,
silly lamoon says she can't dance.
Lamoon my hands get cold,
and so do yours.
Lamoon, glimmer on my dear.
Lovely lamoon,
white as a flower.
Scent like a ballroom.
Always has the answer, lamoon.
Lamoon
with grace to skip along stars.
Shoes in hand,
and the trickles of hope falling on us.
Lamoon
shine bright on.
Lamoon,
you're your own song.
A hymn.
A cord.
La
Lamoon,
gleam netted eyes,
and rose hugged lips.
La
Lamoon
free and close.
La
Lamoon,
making me feel like I've seen a ghost.
Taking breath and stealing hearts.
La
Lamoon
enchanting echos chant,
"La,
Lamoon!"
I see her in the horizon,
watering the road.
She plants me in the ground and tells me to grow.
Pouring her nectar over me,
and running the street so free.
La
Lamoon
singing a wonder so happy.