take bad news out on a date. give it your time and attention on a subway ride after work. buy it $2 margaritas at a gay bar on a tuesday. ignore questions about it. plan tattoos about it. sing terribly and loudly about it. do anything but talk about it. do anything but talk about it.

Between self-deprecation
and ideas of lowliness,
who am I to believe, that…
I’m completely unlovable?
When can I love… what God
sees in me? Is my Creator,
wrong in thinking that I…
have value? Does this flesh
prevent me from being fully…
submerged in righteousness?

I’m of the humble opinion,
that His wisdom is greater
and far more knowledgeable
than my own; His judgment
remains unquestionable; He
reigns with sovereignty;
after all, He’s still God
and His perfect perception…
transcends the comprehension
that I could hope to muster.

Even in a small town, would you know
what is normal, what a stranger looks like
2 blocks away from your daily routine?

It was the first time I had fallen in love on a Tuesday
The crimson skies played tongue hockey
with cumulus clouds that begged so heavily
to be carried into the night

It was a feeling that produced so much awe
that it was necessary
for it to dissipate
within the blink of an eye

I never got your name
that doesn't matter
Bees know not the name of nectar
just that they need it to live

It was raining when you left me
each drop fighting to hit the ground first
in some cosmic sign
that maybe the destination meant more than the journey

Sometimes I feel
the only one that wants me to stop and smell a rose
is my nose
everyone else is content to let me pass by

I'd never stopped to speak to the old lady
at the end of the street
but I did today
and I'm glad I did

Because her eyes showed me
that below her face-scarf a smile hid
It's not always superman that saves someone's world
but who would watch that movie?

My mind is stuck on an endless loop
of play then stop then rewind
I tend to linger on one moment
although I'm not sure why... perhaps it's because


           It was the first time I had fallen in love on a Tuesday

When we have fallen, an unseen hand will pick us up. When we are unsure, a still small voice will reassure us. When we have lost hope, a guide will lead us in the right way. When we ask why, sometimes we must simply trust and go on. Though none knows all of the answers nor can anyone person know the whole mystery, in Gods mercy we will always find what we need.

I write to the poems we said and liked. The moments we shared and cherished. The nights and days, the constant staying in-touch.

This I write to the wait, anticipation, horror of not finding you again.

This I write to the pain of distances.

I am writing to the places we couldn’t visit, words we couldn’t utter ever. There is no tomorrow for us because we wasted while we had it. We had everything but perhaps we never found it worth fighting for.

In the name of lies and fooling. This I write not to the barren years but to the long moments between each minute. To the burden of the reality, to the burden of our fantasies.

I write to put a full stop. I write to mark “The End” which I kept hoping won’t come. I write to restart.