For Myself

 Fill my days with faithfulness.

The room to grow

in evidence surrounding me.

A breath of life to show animation

through the static blurry film.

In bitterness lies

a sweet revelation

of the eye-catching

connection between two.

I call, you come,

there is nothing guaranteed

in life but this.

We made a single agreement,

you need, I deliver.

And in the wondrous cycle,

I see no harm in selected apathy,

or the confession of anxiety.

Upset by worthiness-

oh, how could I be more worthy!?

Self-praise,

we gaze upon cross fingers

and feel the rapid

heartbeat of hope.

The footsteps approach,

my answer awoke.

A voice, it spoke

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

The Power Of A Name

 Hearts are humbled

to the sounds of hymns.

Your favorite verses

resonate as the movement

of grace falls around us.

The ministry of music

makes a wave among

the curious contender.

Bless the best kept

secrets of sound, 

the lingering spirits

the soul has found.

Fourteen After

Welcome sinners

and hide

in the love

of every blessing.

Let changing hearts grow

from fallen chains.

Rejoice in finding

the wandering sheep,

focus on the shepherds' keep.

The never lost flock-

filled with the glory

of God’s reach.

Within his reign above

is bounty and endless love.

Shotgun

 Why is your pain so special?

To kill

     abuse

         use until you choose to die

    take a life

 suffer alone

                  push until they fall away

love them so much they cannot stay.

           Raise your gun to my dismay

                    your voice

                             hand 

                             price of my life.

Pride too big to swallow

             and you wallow

                in your prison cell

where your fate is your shell. 

The Widow's Song

 With God be her glory,

where fellowship,

a joy divine,

distracts her

from her healing pain.

Run to the church

and pray your debts

to the Almighty.

Dedicate your hope

to build on nothing less

than mournful holiness. 

Gather at His Humble Hands

to hold her crumbling heart.

A beautiful word

as her voice carries

in this place of thinning faith. 

The weeping widow

spider spins a web

of her soul's sincerest desires.

Then shares the bread

of new loneliness.

Into The Light

 A bump and a bruise,

a trip and a scrape.

I can no longer wear my cape

or be the hero you so choose.

I drink my tea,

leg-up on display.

I cannot feel THOSE toes

much to my dismay.

An open gown,

I am bound.

I frown at what could be

me

is not what I see.

A part of me lost

in aimless injury.

And the hunt for who to be

grants me the right to let go.

I can not follow

you home tonight

I must go.

Despite

 There are certain worries in life

you need to walk far from. 

People, places, points in time; 

words which stick,

people who pick,

substance abuse,

the constant misuse

of a good-natured being.

Devices do linger, 

the pointed finger

of mishaps and miscreants. 

Guilt-

a wilted flower goes to seed.

A deed to bury

and root over sins

of dirt, earth,

and the will to be beautiful.

Footprints On The Walls

I wander out into

the vast world of nothingness

and find substance

in the void of broken minds. 

Find myself wishing

I could be more like graffiti,

leave my impression,

paint the town,

fade into the next.

A vandal of vocabulary

interceding internal dialogue

for the sake of a single sentiment.

Speak To Me

 Snivel,

feel hurt,

broken

and bitter as usual.

Find happiness

in simple substance,

a rat

around the corner

mops up tears.

Weary and woken

to unspoken woes

and worry

of wrongdoings.

Make ELEPHANTS

out of ME!

Send them-

marching DOWN, 

spiraling around

my mapped out mind.

So the power

of the mind

can be so unkind,

when a heart's in doubt-

unable to sort anything out.

Catch A Snag

The infinite zipper, 

a concept of coming together forever. 

Never ending-

meticulous bending,

joining of wire.

The desire to be free

from monotony.

An ominous cloud,

cooling you off on a scorching day. 

Relief with the grief

of a thunder strike,

dawning your need

to recede into the zipper.