Are you ashamed?

Of the lies that you told
The hearts that you broke
The dreams that you shattered
Of the hopes that you told

You and I were never the same
Never were you the better half of me

I watched it play
Like a movie screen
I was in the cinema watching this all time hit
The one with your hand raised
Such a good movie
It brought tears to my eyes
So sad and bittersweet
The ending itself was harsh

But then again when is life not
Life is real and true
But it is the saddest thing
Life hurts and kills

How can you even call it a life when you aren't living
To live is as cruel as the thought of having a life to “live”

sitting at a keyboard,
thinking
and
typing.
wondering,
as if these words,
could really ever make a difference.
but never giving up,
because some who are,
most appreciated,
were never around to see it.
i sit and wonder,
maybe being,
blind,
is better,
maybe being,
deaf,
is better,
but always feeling,
because without,
What would I write about?

It was not an affair of the heart, or of the emotions. It was an affair of the body, an experience, an innate response to loneliness. I do not regret it, but sometimes I tell people I did. Mostly because they do not deserve to know how extraordinary it was. And mine it was.

I was hungry
          and you gave me bread of life
I was thirsty
          and you gave me living water
I was lonely
          and you said to me
          "I will never leave you nor forsake you"
I was tired
          and you gave me rest
I was afraid
          you said "fear not, for I am with you always,
          even unto the ends of the Earth"

Everything I need comes from you
Thank you Father

First I go here
And then I go there

Let me explain

First I go to
The shower

Then the kitchen
To eat breakfast

Then I go to the car
Then to the job site

Then to the gym

First I go here
And then I go there

And isn't it strange
First I go here
And then I go there

The water goes here
And then it goes there
Over the rock
And through the rock

The animals drink from
The water

The water goes here
And then it goes there

It nourishes all things
Without striving