May 2012
16 posts
“Self-discipline will never make us feel righteous or clean; accepting...”
– Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
Psalm 6 (ESV)
O Lord, Deliver My Life
To The Choirmaster: With Stringed Instruments; According To The Sheminith. A Psalm Of David.
O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath. Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled. My soul also is greatly troubled. But you, O Lord — how long?
Turn, O Lord, deliver my life; save me for the...
Collateral Damage
Collateral Damage
The liar. Just as desperate as the man with a gun, they both have nothing left to lose — choosing to pick up pieces of destruction, whether it be with words or bullets they’ve trampled a path through the garden and ripped the petals from all the beautiful flowers. One can paint pictures with words and the other a gruesome scene of violence, but how many lies must be...
“I believe the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some sort of...”
– Donald Miller, “Blue Like Jazz”
“I once listened to an Indian on television say that God was in the wind and...”
– Donald Miller, “Blue Like Jazz”
Hearts Made of Glass
Hearts Made of Glass
Building a heart out of broken glass is a delicate task, it takes patience, repentance, and fire stoked with time. Hand spun and molded, it can be something of more importance but must be handled with care — it’s shattered before and it will again if you go throwing it around like it’s made of caramelized skin.
Not as rough as the back of a heel, treading...
The Voyage Home
The Voyage Home
- For My Friend -
The wood, soaked in oil and aged with sun is smooth to the touch. I run my hand along the mast and glance out into the vast and open sea, so unforgiving in it’s nature — so cruel in it’s history. Tossing men and their vessels for fun, and the demons of the deep coming forth to rear their caricature faces. Gripping the ropes that control the...
“Though the terrors of the deep come forth, homeward I press on”
– Shark
Out of the Fire
Out of the Fire
Fingers find their way onto temples, massaging and making waves out of waves — thoughts out of thoughts, and so the cycle goes. How far will my imagination run itself into the ground, thinking of things that are bigger — broader — than what they truly are? If I left them alone they could paddle their way to shore, through the choppy sea of things that have yet to...
Guilty as Charged
Guilty as Charged
Meandering eyes and milling about is how I spent my afternoon without a single drop of hope, or a shred of doubt I subsequently thought of you — a psychological clout.
Oh, the many words I can think of to say to describe what I think of you in every way, and once I am given the opportunity one day I would open my mouth and my tongue would fray.
I’ll just lead a...
To Gamble with High Stakes
To Gamble with High Stakes
You can never be sure about emotions, they can be quite clever and hide themselves away — a furrowed brow is not just to say that one is angered, raging like an invisible ocean.
A quizzical eye could simply be to signify wit or intellect, not a sarcastic remark — perhaps even a wondering glance? But one is always left to interpret — to take a chance...
The Four Lettered Lie
The Four Lettered Lie
Looking for simple answers to simple questions Over burdened memory banks bursting with pestilence Vigorously pounding away at every thread of my being — frayed Everything falls into place, perhaps not today, but sooner or later.
- Derek Ellis
Forget Me Not
Forget Me Not
Your arms paint a picture in the air, reaching out towards my face and only finding vast, open space. Not too far, but just far enough, I sing as you dance — leading my eyes off into other places, into spaces I don’t own - watching visions blurred in time, visions that were never meant to be part of mine. Shallow secrets, soft alibis, weave a fabric interlaced with time,...
April 2012
9 posts
A Well Lighted Place?
A Well Lighted Place?
I like to walk these old streets Downtown when I am feeling down. I like to stop by the local cafe, attempt to drink something — a “pick me up” and follow the path of old street lamps, kicking pebbles from the old cobblestone paths and think of things that I can’t change, mostly the past. On occasion I take a seat in the cafe, warm, well lit —...
Apprehensive
Apprehensive
My days are numbered, I know this to be true and I find myself thinking about all the ways I can make things happen for you. Not for myself, no selfish desire to be found in the fury that engulfs me like a fire. Quiet. I wish for an inner peace that is entertained by thoughts and visions of someone higher — greater than myself, over myself, controlling myself. Searching for...
Awakening
Awakening
Light comes in soft silver strands, the scene coming into view out of the gray, and I run my thumb across a crease in the sheet. Smooth, cold — much like a stone floor early in the morning, hopping from foot to foot attempting to reach your destination. Luckily, I have the rough carpet to greet each sole — I quietly stare up at the white ceiling, recessed just as you had...
“Not many should become teachers, my brothers, knowing that we will receive a...”
– James 3:1-3 (HCSB)
“But they shouted, ‘Take Him away! Crucify Him!’ Pilate said to...”
– John 19:15-16 (HCSB)
“Consider it a great joy, my brothers, whenever you experience various trials,...”
– James 1 2:4 (HCSB)
March 2012
22 posts
Missing Alice
Missing Alice
Red roses and regimes mark the colors of the Queen, guilty anger has beguiled while all the while she satisfactorily smiles.
In the land of make believe She rules the forests, rivers - even the trees. Painting them with the fear of the Jabberwocky, a creature who joins in, all of whom are mimsy about the wabe.
Pieces of fabric — patchwork and quilted, feathertop caps, all of...
“Out of the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things...”
– James 3:10-12 (HCSB)
“The good person out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, and the...”
– Luke 6:45 (ESV)
"God is In The Rain"
“God is In The Rain”
The rain came and washed away any remains of thoughts and feelings that had stayed in vain, it’s that time of year where the trees are white with blossoms and the air is full of the sweet smell of a world long forgotten.
Winter had set in long ago, and all that we had to look at was the snow — So white and cold, the fields laid barren and the winds...
“So where do we go from here I’ll say
you’re a shining star,...”
– Nightmare of You - I Want To Be Buried In Your Backyard
“Now this is the message we have heard from Him and declare to you: God is light,...”
– 1 John 1:5-6 (HCSB)
“There are no real victories without real humility. To lay your want, desires,...”
– Bbh
(via thetrentholbertband)
Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking
I see traces of you everywhere. It’s a laugh you share, or the smile someone wears — but I am sure you don’t care. Or rather, wouldn’t want to know that I keep seeing you in other places, I keep seeing you on other faces. A feeling that I cannot show because I know the reality of the action. I’ll keep all of your gestures aligned until I feel myself...
“Haven’t you seen me sleep walking?
‘Cause I’ve been holding...”
– The Civil Wars, Falling
“The leaves have changed a time or two
Since the last time the train came...”
– The Civil Wars - My Father’s Father
“I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get...”
– The Civil Wars - Poison and Wine
Seraphim Filled Dreams, Formed by Coffee Beans
Seraphim Filled Dreams, Formed by Coffee Beans
- for my friend Trent, and our mutual love of Coffee-
The steam softly rolled off the top and all the cream and milk swirled to form a pattern, some made their own — the most common, a heart. Served in a brown mug, hand spun and made for just the contents it contained — coffee. Some claimed it kept them awake, but we know...
“You make beautiful things — you make beautiful things out of the dust.”
– Gungor, Beautiful Things
Hush, The World Fell
Hush, The World Fell
Quiet. walking across the ruined landscape, splinters remain of houses — splinters all that remain of life. The usual hum of machinery is lost, lost in the sickening silence. All that’s left to please the ear, is the rushing wind as it pushes it’s way through trees and past buildings — ash is blown like snow, forming banks and blotting out the...
February 2012
30 posts
Let's Speak Hypothetically
Let’s Speak Hypothetically
Have I passed the point where the past is prevalent? Burning like an open flame, running rampant through my head — dreams and memories will never do, all they accomplish reminds me of you.
What then can I do, but dwell on things that never would be — never were, and passed a point of relativity. Like bringing out old photographs and staring at them,...
“She’s in a town that holds a lonely road,
And the night is falling,
There’s a...”
– The Fray, Rainy Zurich