Be My Artist.

Time we take one step towards our dreams,
A thousand pull us back,
A hundred talk us out...
I don't understand, but this happens.

I could save living in my house
For just another year,
And I understand what it'll be...
But I fear I'll never leave.

I'll have adventure,
And I don't care the cost.
I dream only time, for that's how I have to live it.
I know complacent, and don't give me all up for comfort.

I can see my dreams shining in the distance -
Only 6 months away,
But it's getting harder and harder to keep them
With every pull from my hands.

I'm only too hard to ask
For all these things
That budget me terribly
And mother me badly without pleasure.

Life on Auto-Pilot

Cardboard,
Caffeine
Teen Challenge
Work,
Cardboard,
Work,
Sleep

Tuesday
Blank...Caffeine
School
Church
Blog

Cardboard
School...Caffeine
Church
Blog

Sleep....Sleep...Caffeine

Cardboard
School...Caffeine
Cardboard
School
Caffeine
School...No sleep.

Blank
Caffeine
School
School
Cardboard
School
School
Blog... Sleep?

Blank
Work,
Headache
Cardboard.........Caffeine
Errand
Errand
Soccer

Cardboard....Caffeine
Work
Work........Cardboard
Work
Church...START.

Human Nature

The sweetest downfall,
I self-destruct,
breathing sickly smiles,
kissing the mirror
in a beautiful delirium.
I loved this first,
when all the while
the answer lay between
the sheets of tired paper.
Purple-paisley thoughts
overshaddowed a clear blue sky,
and I bled myself dry...
for I knew too much,
and knew not what to do with it.

February 14

Oh, that love were a fountain,
that never ceased to flow -
to quench the thirst of every heart
and every aching soul.

That love will one day come,
I pray, to know that sweet release,
and curl, protected, in the lap
or heaven's loving seat.

Poetry Inspired

Inspiration
comes softly
like a sleeping baby's sigh

Inspiration
comes unexpected
like a thief undercover in the night

Inspiration
comes hard
like the turbulent waves of September

Inspiration
comes only
if we listen
and remember.

The Ice Queen

Breathe out
like a dragon with ice on her breath,
creating a wall of solace
ten miles thick.
Through the night we fought for day
to see this coming
but you're the only invisible star
I would have followed this far
to have what I knew I was looking for
and praying I wouldn't find.
But luckily now,
black and scarred,
it lies burried deep
beneath the thick blanket of the Ice Queen.

You are Owl City

Cosmic spaces on the floor
provide me a comfortable base
to lift off from
and fly to an all-consuming sky cuz my
imagination's never been this beautiful
ever before.
Is this tidal wave here to chase my dog days out of mind?
Oh, grab me a parachute of twilight stars and touch down in
Seattle - how I love you.
Maybe my travel bug will let me sink
or swim
this time with yacht clubs and firebugs
and sing me to Vienna...
oh I'm feeling rather  impatient these days with
rainbows bursting in my veins...
but that's OK
I'm alright to wait,
cuz Jesus' plan is never plain.
Yeah, I was a dear in the headlights
when I realized that some of my dreams just might come true,
but oh my dear,
they're not worth as much as a heavy rain cloud
if I don't get to spend them with
You.

April The Alien.

Ahh, yes, let me soak this in.
I am so privileged that it is finally my turn
to leave you be.
Tell me, did I suffocate you this time?
I am smiling ear to ear for it, so
bring on the warp speed -
I'll just sit back here and smoke an unholy cigarette
while you get on with it.
It's such a good thing that I don't assume truthfulness from actions-
no, I wait until you explain to me how it really is -
just in case there was any confusion
from the image you portray
every day.
Thank you for leaving me in the dust -
I appreciate it down here.
How thoughtful of you.

Disolving Slowness.

Slow me down,
cuz with choices failing everyday,
I sometimes un-recognize the truth of you all...
and I see -
Bluer skies,
I wonder:
is the sky really clearing,
or did I just stop raining on my own parade?
Play me a song on a solo violin
to soothe my tired eyes,
for  the world is harder than dreaming,
and I'm tired of letting go.

Air Ministries.

I have a feeling, this wasn't the original plan.
I don't think God set out to create
a reality so focused in
on greed and hate.

Maybe we've perverted
the ways
he intended when he created
our earliest days,

I think he intended love,
joy, us all to be kind
to one another -
we lost something along on the ride.

Let's do this,
not for selfish gain,
but for the reason
that Christ first came.

Because we need him,
we need each other,
in genuine love
it's time to be bothered

by the fact that this is still missing.

Cages.

Chilly little shivers run
over my skin, bumping every hair,
raising them each to stand on end
despite the summer heat.
Carefully, delicately,
I suck in the thick air
to pump myself with false courage,
and march up to my adversary.
Your eyes match the sky,
match my gaze,
and I choke,
for I was not expecting this -
to meet you
standing in winter skin
amidst the summer sun.

The Final Show

Dances
alone
are semi-trucks
without breaks.
Halt,
and falter.
Lights off,
curtains drawn,
blind movements
hidden behind your eyelids.