Driving down your highway
speeding toward your beauty
recklessly taking chances

Pedal to the floor over you
drifting next to your body
I long to careen into your life

Turbo charged passion
losing all control now
headed for the ultimate tail spin

The blood red wine of
pomegranates,
seeping into marigold
sheets of desire

political fires,
in need of quelling

telling,
a kingdom broiling over
in anticipation

expectation,
of a life barging in quickly

swiftly,
one night of passion
the melding of lives

legitimized,
a royal heir needs
to come into the fold

or heads will surley roll

whats going to happen to me-
now that the sky is falling

can't see the forest for the trees-
now that the sky is falling

you thought I was strange,
you never knew my name,
you perverted the game,

ain't no more zombies-
now that the sky is falling

everbody believes-
now that the sky is falling

you laghed when they harassed,
you didn't help when I gasped,
you joined in when they kicked-
my a**

words of the prophet writen on the school's wall-
now that the sky is in free fall...

Knowing all too well that my flesh is weak,
I have to steel my mind against its proclivities
and ravenous inclinations, 

embracing the necessity of the tyranny 
of my conscience by the Spirit of God,
I pray the circumvention of 
my succulent tempestuous desires,

taking every vain imagination captive,
subjecting them to the will of-
Christ our Savior,

else my murderous heart of depravity, 
given opportunity, would devour-
even my eternal soul

I found myself in a place of peregrination
and nonplussed,

it started earlier in the day when I became petulant
with a situation that caused me to ennui over
its poor design

I had to get out of the office and evanescent
to clear my head, I just wanted to be alone;

with my thesaurus :)

Whispering softly now, gently in your ear,
speaking little nothings, trifles to be exact,
fanciful things of which I do not care,
smidges of silliness, just something to distract

I love you dear, though you do not know me,
your mind once sharp, and memory strong,
now faded, ravaged by this wretched disease,
yet to me, my beloved, you will always belong

I wish there were no more stress and strife,
a moment you could look at me and remember,
all that we had and shared; our love, joy and life,
it was like spring in May, now winter in December

You will never know worry dear,
so hard seeing you this way, it causes me anger,
I want you to know, I will always be here,
though I have become your well known stranger

Oh, to be a bird and fly!

Freedom,
soaring above mortal toil,

Fleeing in altitudes-
the gravity of the mundane

escaping the grinding down
of a measured life,

What chance of flight now,
for me-
thirty five summers
then consumed of dust

Pslam 39:4
LORD, make me to know mine end,
and the measure of my days,
what it is; that I may know how frail I am.