Today was like the last three
Alarm clock ringing like a phone with bad news on the other end
Starting another day without a good morning text
No mid-afternoon call to solidify evening plans
No fights that leave me restless in the a.m.
Im sorry texts that lift the weight off my shoulders
After fights that kiss that feels like the first
Except we've had time to rehearse
And we both knew this day would come
parted by death do us
Or realization that love isn't enough
So the last fight, our final dress rehearsal
No make up kiss
Only goodbyes and painfully sweet memories
Alarm clock still ringing
Like a call with bad news on the other end
Starting another day with no neck kisses
No hope of laying on your chest while we daydream and pretend to watch the tv set
Once I press alarm off
Its on to another cold day.
I wish it would rain.

Vessel

I fed from the Word, and it made me strong, but told me how weak I was. I fed from the world, and it made me dizzy, drunk from pleasure, and told me how strong I was, but I was weak. I heard the voices calling me from inside the righteous places, but I ignored them, I was in frenzy from the hustle and bustle of the sidewinders, thieves and miscreants, I got my strength from them, they fed me slow poison that tasted good and looked good, but sewed nothing. Gave me trinkets and toys, that all the world envied, but they were cheap, and made me feel the same. I took from the world because I thought it owed me, I shunned what God provided because I knew I wasn’t worthy, I stole from God because he had it all, and gave into the world because I needed its approval. I toasted to good times, and relished in them, but despised the trying times, which set me up from the greatest gifts I could ever imagine. I stared in the face of evil, and embraced it like a wayward brother I longed to see. Impressed upon my life I fell into trap after trap, because they all had different bells and whistles, but in the spirit, if I dwelled there I would see they were all the same. Lies.

I stood and watched, as my soul took beating after beating. I smiled, like the misguided vessel I was, with no room to grow, it seems, but God sought differently, he plucked my being until I listened, miles in the sky, what better place. He gave me vision to write, even when my eyes do not grace the paper. The Gospel, now gives me the inspiration, take hold of my fingers Dear Heavenly Father, that Your Word shall be seen in this text. Gear me towards those things you would have for my life, and give me the wherewithal and strength to endure forever more….AMEN.

EYES

This is an old poem I wrote a while ago. It was posted at one point in time, but I took it down to put in a book I never finished writing. Ran accross it and decided to post it.

EYES

I caught the eye of one who's lost
Let me take your hand
Take you to a place we both long to go
I caught a glimpse of my place
In your eyes
I believe you saw it in mine
Not a word spoken
The type of silence broken
Only by the ruffle of your body shifting
Closer to mine
My tears weld
While yours rolled down your face
We both imagined that place
And if it truly were the same
We'd soon go together.
How your imperfections seem perfectly placed
Reflection of my needs
So perfectly misplaced
In you.
These moments spent closely in tuned
To you.
Where does the time go?
I'd spend it all
For you.
Through our troubled times
The origin of your tears reflected
More then words could tell.
This bitter sweet silence as we lay
Even these sad times, I'd rather spend
With you.
Let me take your hand
As long as you'll have me
I'll wipe your tears
And live to keep them away.
I saw the place we both long to go
And mine, in the reflection of your eyes.
I believe you saw it in mine.