Varicose veins of lightening run across the night sky
Behind shadow puppet clouds
That dance across the dark
As a bolt of lightening strikes so close,
It illuminates my car
And I see the light in my rear view mirror,
as I drive through a patch of fog that takes my breath away momentarily
and causes pinpricks of fear to form upon my neck,
goosebumps running from the storm...
Just like I am.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Beautiful Things
There are some really good people in this world. I'm happy to say that Walleyed Press has some of the best. They heard my words and did something about it, unlike so many other people in this dark world of ours:
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/62411779/wp5_freshfish_feb2012_revision3_ed4.pdf
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/62411779/wp5_freshfish_feb2012_revision3_ed4.pdf
His Love: Slam Poetry
(This is my first shot at slam poetry. Class, I'm not sure what to do with the structure... any ideas?)
It’s an all-consuming fire, flames licking at your heart, as truth comes out and lies try to hide. Three words that can change your whole view on life, “He loves you.” Did you know that? He loves you and He’s holding out His hand, one lifeline in a world of darkness, ever engulfing and reaching out... for you. Take the love of God in your life; let Him pull you out of the mud and trudge of every little thing that beats you down on a daily basis. Let Him love you, I know it’s hard, as you look in the mirror and see yourself as unworthy of the love of the people around you, not to mention the love of the King above all Kings, Alpha and Omega, Creator and Ruler of the world, the Ever Present God, Light of Lights reaching out for you. You; He wants you. He chose you; He created you in your mother’s womb. You, broken because of a messed up world, but beautiful because of the love of Jesus Christ, your Savior. This is no unrequited love like that boy on your campus. He loves you more than you could ever know. He holds you in His hand, every move you make simply a reaction to His Holy Spirit within you, moving the very breath in your lungs and the blood through your veins. If any love is unrequited it is His love for you, overwhelming and true, even as you disobey and push Him away, hoping He won’t see your heart as it truly is. But He does see, he sees it all, and He loves you anyway, regardless of the dirt on your heart and the smudges on your soul. He loves you, ever part of you, which He molded as your creator. Think about that, He made you; exactly as you are, every quirk and trait that you possess is of God. You are a child of God, created out of love and loved by Him. So welcome that love, the love of your Father; let it change your life, by opening your eyes to the truth and taking the pain of a broken and messed up world away.
It’s an all-consuming fire, flames licking at your heart, as truth comes out and lies try to hide. Three words that can change your whole view on life, “He loves you.” Did you know that? He loves you and He’s holding out His hand, one lifeline in a world of darkness, ever engulfing and reaching out... for you. Take the love of God in your life; let Him pull you out of the mud and trudge of every little thing that beats you down on a daily basis. Let Him love you, I know it’s hard, as you look in the mirror and see yourself as unworthy of the love of the people around you, not to mention the love of the King above all Kings, Alpha and Omega, Creator and Ruler of the world, the Ever Present God, Light of Lights reaching out for you. You; He wants you. He chose you; He created you in your mother’s womb. You, broken because of a messed up world, but beautiful because of the love of Jesus Christ, your Savior. This is no unrequited love like that boy on your campus. He loves you more than you could ever know. He holds you in His hand, every move you make simply a reaction to His Holy Spirit within you, moving the very breath in your lungs and the blood through your veins. If any love is unrequited it is His love for you, overwhelming and true, even as you disobey and push Him away, hoping He won’t see your heart as it truly is. But He does see, he sees it all, and He loves you anyway, regardless of the dirt on your heart and the smudges on your soul. He loves you, ever part of you, which He molded as your creator. Think about that, He made you; exactly as you are, every quirk and trait that you possess is of God. You are a child of God, created out of love and loved by Him. So welcome that love, the love of your Father; let it change your life, by opening your eyes to the truth and taking the pain of a broken and messed up world away.
Monday, February 27, 2012
iced tea
(This is a piece I wrote about a year ago.)
iced tea
iced tea
copper like your eyes,
reminding me of summertime
...in march
condensation on a glass,
water sliding on my hand;
concrete cool beneath my feet
...nice in summer’s heat
cubes of ice clinking,
sends a shiver down my spine
reminding me, right now, today
...there’s always time
a possibility sitting there,
a sly grin, a silent stare.
i’ll tell you a secret,
did you know?
...iced tea
copper like your eyes,
reminds me of summertime.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Crescent
A translucent cloud veil
hung over a bright crescent
moon that barely dotted the
sky and a planet shone bright,
diagonally,
a pinprick of light
leading the way.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Winter's Last Goodbye
I am finding beauty in the sunshine,
happiness in the small things.
A smile has found residence on my face,
and doesn't appear to feel like moving out anytime soon.
A butterfly flapping wings on a chilly morning,
the contrast of orange wings and blue sky
causes my heart to fill with joy.
And leaves start to sprout
from winter's barren trees,
warming my mind to
the idea of spring
as wind blows in my window
and through my hair,
winter's last kiss across my neck.
happiness in the small things.
A smile has found residence on my face,
and doesn't appear to feel like moving out anytime soon.
A butterfly flapping wings on a chilly morning,
the contrast of orange wings and blue sky
causes my heart to fill with joy.
And leaves start to sprout
from winter's barren trees,
warming my mind to
the idea of spring
as wind blows in my window
and through my hair,
winter's last kiss across my neck.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Summer Sky
The clouds roll in thick,
dark blemishes on a perfect day.
They cover the sky like
Grandma's old quilt,
heavy and comfortable.
"We need the rain," they say.
Do we?
The dark sky hugs the grass
like an old friend;
flags waving their welcome
on a summer afternoon.
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