Poem: City

Everyone wants to be heard
But everyone is silent at the same time
A contradiction
People the crowning glory of creation
Yet everything is grey and and man made... no nature
A contradiction
Change happens and flows outward
Epicenters create change regardless of good or bad
A truth
We come to grips with our faults
Because we're always in the face of others...suffocatingly so
A truth
The city is a purge of humanity
A melting pot meant to boil
A place to be loved and hated
...a contradiction and a truth

Poem: Sometimes

Sometimes
I ask for Him to take this away
These feelings that seem to go nowhere
Since the door has been closed
Sometimes

Poem: Our World

It's sad
How we will dash
And bring to death the beautiful
Before time allows for blossom
Because society tells us it's okay
To be wreckless
Because it's all "ours"
And we let our worlds
Revolve only around what
Feels right at the moment
Selfish we all are
And to the core we're all ugly
What an awful lesson
To learn with someone so beautiful

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The song I listened to while writing this is here.

Poem: Photograph In Time

If I could steal a moment
I would tell you what words can't suffice
Though your heart's beating comprehension
Nearer I would know you
More than a friend or confidant
The tension would break...
And you would break through
Let the wind blow around
Rain touching our faces
Now I hear the low air of your breath
Closed eyes to feel your cheek pressed to mine
The strength of your embrace surrounds me
You know what I know
As we capture a moment
Like a photograph in time
While I wait for you
And singleness knows me well...

Poem: Spiral. (There's also a note at the end.)

Tattooed cross below the navel
Dancing in a drunken daze
Barely able to hold your grip
Alone on the floor
A metaphor of you...
Picturesque, but tainted
One question came to mind
More that what should have been asked
What are you running from?
But before I could find the guts to say
A strange man appears
Saying something surely smooth
And you go...
While the moment was lost
Maybe I could have saved you
From what you'll regret in the morning
And from the spiral that winds down


And the note...
Last night I drove about two hours to see an old friend from high school play in his band after a ten hour work day. Strangely enough, driving doesn't bother me if there's good music at the end of the journey. So I drove. For my girlfriends that read this, no there's nothing "romantic" there--trust me. And when I got there, there was a very young girl that arrived shortly after I did. She couldn't have been any older than 22. This poem is about her and a lost moment of needed question. Sad, I know. I wrote this peom after she left with the "strange" man, a stranger.

And I wonder, how many oportunities does God tap us on the shoulder to do something that might not look "cool" and we don't do it. Too many I'm sure we can all say; unless you happen to be wearing a halo I didn't see. This is just food for thought as are most of my posts.

By the way, you should probably also know that I'm most likely going to start up another blog if I continue to blog. I think I've kind of out grown this particular one, so change is a must. When that happens I'll find a nifty way to let you know and/or just leave the link up here as my last post.