Its so painful to be first
I'm driven by this huge thirst
Yet I fight this urge with lips pursed
How exhausting to be human
Seeing You, and wanting You, then
Seeing me and getting pulled back in
I'm the ugly banner that
The magician pulls from his hat
Unending ribbon, the crowd claps
When at last the parade of deceit
Stops, magician bows, everyone leaves their seat
Part of me plans a grandiose retreat
The ribbon turns into a snake
Slithers off the stage to escape
More joy to kill, more truth to rape
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Waiting
Constant white noise of traffic
Sad imitation
For the back home lullaby
Ocean hum
Looking through
Stretching, echoing, duplicating
Windows and mirrors
Pulling, Peering, grasping, searching
Screaming
I'm right here.
Sad imitation
For the back home lullaby
Ocean hum
Looking through
Stretching, echoing, duplicating
Windows and mirrors
Pulling, Peering, grasping, searching
Screaming
I'm right here.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Desert Man
These desolate dry, barren lands
These forsaken, underestimated lands
How much blood has been spilled here
How many blind swings thrust here
This man doesn’t know his own name
This man, cannot place one name
The sun beats down and no moisture rises
This is an empty space, there are no horizons
She is standing there, she will take you to the water
She is standing there, she will; even though you haunt her
These lands, they tread heavily
These lands, they pull at your legs, you go slowly
Which direction will this battle rage on
Which decision does this victory rest on
This man he is a rock, a stone, he is silent
This man, though he sits so still, he is violent
In this place there is a body of water, it’s the only one there
There are no birds, the sky looks down with a blank stare
She does not move, she is watching, she will hold you
She does not move, she doesn’t know, if she is bold too
These lands, they are singing, they are a chorus
These lands, they will take you in, they are porous
Why can’t the end be known to this story
Why where they brought here, was it all for God’s glory
This man, he is just a man, he can’t save himself
This man, he can live, but he can’t see himself
He steps in, and the water, it surrounds him
He is sitting there, he thinks nothing can be found that will move him
She came close, she knelt down and she holds you
She came close; she wrapped her arms around
And she holds you
This poem is kind of a song and story about a dream that God gave me. I feel "cooky" saying so, but it's the truth. The full meaning of the dream is still unfolding. Basically, I am the girl in the poem that is leading the desert man into the water and then holding him once he's there, and this is a metaphor for my being a guide/helper to a person(or people) on his(their) journey to Christ. I think there's more to it. I'm still asking God about it.
These forsaken, underestimated lands
How much blood has been spilled here
How many blind swings thrust here
This man doesn’t know his own name
This man, cannot place one name
The sun beats down and no moisture rises
This is an empty space, there are no horizons
She is standing there, she will take you to the water
She is standing there, she will; even though you haunt her
These lands, they tread heavily
These lands, they pull at your legs, you go slowly
Which direction will this battle rage on
Which decision does this victory rest on
This man he is a rock, a stone, he is silent
This man, though he sits so still, he is violent
In this place there is a body of water, it’s the only one there
There are no birds, the sky looks down with a blank stare
She does not move, she is watching, she will hold you
She does not move, she doesn’t know, if she is bold too
These lands, they are singing, they are a chorus
These lands, they will take you in, they are porous
Why can’t the end be known to this story
Why where they brought here, was it all for God’s glory
This man, he is just a man, he can’t save himself
This man, he can live, but he can’t see himself
He steps in, and the water, it surrounds him
He is sitting there, he thinks nothing can be found that will move him
She came close, she knelt down and she holds you
She came close; she wrapped her arms around
And she holds you
This poem is kind of a song and story about a dream that God gave me. I feel "cooky" saying so, but it's the truth. The full meaning of the dream is still unfolding. Basically, I am the girl in the poem that is leading the desert man into the water and then holding him once he's there, and this is a metaphor for my being a guide/helper to a person(or people) on his(their) journey to Christ. I think there's more to it. I'm still asking God about it.
Monday, February 16, 2009
A short and powerful punch
Untitled
I will never be satisfied
There is a hunger that pulls
At my chest
My desire is amplified
Day to day is a tune that lulls
My passions to sleep
And my soul cries,
Jesus Christ make love to me!
I will never be satisfied
There is a hunger that pulls
At my chest
My desire is amplified
Day to day is a tune that lulls
My passions to sleep
And my soul cries,
Jesus Christ make love to me!
all the new rage
I'm sitting on this dinosaur
Daring myself to unfurl this metaphor
Is our dinosaur a herbivore
His legs like old redwoods
How long have I grown these roots
This sticky mud sticks to my boots
Look at that tail how it stretches on for a mile
Look how I carry this weight and still manage to smile
Open trap door, release ungodly pile
Maybe there's hope in his long neck that stretches
Leaves at the top of the trees it fetches
Straining myself, my back retches
There's a lot to see from up here
On the back of this mammoth I peer
Into the future, it scares me, how clear
Daring myself to unfurl this metaphor
Is our dinosaur a herbivore
His legs like old redwoods
How long have I grown these roots
This sticky mud sticks to my boots
Look at that tail how it stretches on for a mile
Look how I carry this weight and still manage to smile
Open trap door, release ungodly pile
Maybe there's hope in his long neck that stretches
Leaves at the top of the trees it fetches
Straining myself, my back retches
There's a lot to see from up here
On the back of this mammoth I peer
Into the future, it scares me, how clear
Journal
Pages and pages and pages
Its all about the same thing
Showing it's face in different stages
Will you catch me when I'm falling?
Cooped up, so many hiding places
Can you see my heart in this
Closet full of clever disguises
And I'm klenching the keys in my fist
Habits, will you please stop bleeding?
Open your eyes, put your feet on the ground
Stop flailing, you're not drowning
Be still addiction, hear the sound
A chorus of angels crying
They're pounding nails into his hands
He's dying,
Now He's rising
Keep your eyes on the promised lands
Its all about the same thing
Showing it's face in different stages
Will you catch me when I'm falling?
Cooped up, so many hiding places
Can you see my heart in this
Closet full of clever disguises
And I'm klenching the keys in my fist
Habits, will you please stop bleeding?
Open your eyes, put your feet on the ground
Stop flailing, you're not drowning
Be still addiction, hear the sound
A chorus of angels crying
They're pounding nails into his hands
He's dying,
Now He's rising
Keep your eyes on the promised lands
Transistions
Twenty five days and counting
Pink rubber ball bouncing
Tapping on my brain
Blindfolded journey to embark
Grasping at fistfuls of the dark
How dramatic, how true
Frail and waif thin, poor thing can't win
There's a place she keeps her heart in
Held deep underneath
Tiptoes in this piper
Like some raging lamb/lion/viper
Each baying call brings on waterfalls
This thumb-sucking baby in overalls
Needs her dad
Pink rubber ball bouncing
Tapping on my brain
Blindfolded journey to embark
Grasping at fistfuls of the dark
How dramatic, how true
Frail and waif thin, poor thing can't win
There's a place she keeps her heart in
Held deep underneath
Tiptoes in this piper
Like some raging lamb/lion/viper
Each baying call brings on waterfalls
This thumb-sucking baby in overalls
Needs her dad
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