Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Red Feather 2.15.11

He calls me
Serenades me as I walk by
Yes? Beautiful boyfriend
What is your need?

My eyes desert me
A fool who stops to search
I cannot see you
Bark and green are cruel

Your song is gone
I carry on
Grateful
You caught my attention

Monday, February 21, 2011

A Visit with the Holy Spirit 2. 20. 11

I sit on the road a blind beggar
Surrounded
only one stopping to listen

No one listens
No one cares
Wait, I plead
Tasks go as someone else sees

Books sold
Records sold
Windows bashed to spite me
Selfish
User of me
I prop up a statue
I win only through he?

The truth hides like a scared little girl
I push it back
Afraid
A desert where I can see fear coming
Like a rain cloud

If only I the beggar could call out
If only he was here to answer me
Wait, not only one listens, but two
Or is two-you?

I start to shed my cloak of the past
My self doubt
Opinions of others

Insight, like drops of dew
Divine intervention
I listen
Believing and having faith

I always sit in the road
Hand extended
Waiting for someone to give me sight

The sidelines of my life
Lack of trust
In myself
In others

A stone heart
Created by things
no one understands
A pecan on the ground
Covered in green
Ready to open
To grow a tree
Or feed

Watering the seeds of my own soul
Preparing to plant them around
An exodus
Wilderness journey
The unknown

Allow me God to trust
Believe in myself
Throwing the cloak
Invitation
A new road

"I would not take you, where I'm
Unwilling to go."
In the end all that matters is that we loved well.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Golden Ticket

I'll write until my fingers bleed
Mind lost
full of greed
Conflict
Show don't tell
I know the words
I know them well
I'll paint a picture
family will see
They will cry
They will bleed
Dialogue
Something for actors to do
Story told
Response
Validation
Moving on
Dreaming big
My white swan
Take me
I'll give my soul
Only for once
I find control
My dream
My life
Lived for others until now
I'll write until my fingers bleed.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

A Ghost in The Darkness

I sit upon my dream
my head lost in the clouds
I thought I knew what I had seen
but only madness

Imagination my saving grace
free to use it in this place
i let my heart go
i love

as i feel the flower slipping away
i hope it will bloom another day
a roap map blocked out at night
with an endless closure

left without a word
smiling still with hope
i know you'll still be watching me
i know that im your dope.

fly up to the sky
reach the stars
and when I hear your song
ill cry