Saturday, December 10, 2011
Make it so I don't think
Wait for a signal, follow, repeat
Throw in a surprise
The challenge of not thinking
Not anticipating the next step
Mind unengaged, distant, calm
Heart numb and careless
A step, a spin, a tailored move
The charm of leaving behind
If only for awhile
Thursday, December 8, 2011
There ya' are
Few and far between
Only there when you wanna be
Or not, maybe it's me
Maybe my hesitant heart
Maybe the part that's pain
And that past paints you
It paints a shade of distrust
The shade that makes me run
I'm sorry for that
The selfish is me
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Carried by breeze
Against a gray, chilled sky
Twisted and taken by things all around
Shifting from heights low and then high
Carried to places unknown
Lands on a rooftop wishing for peace
Taken afar with a brush of change
Chase of The Presence
Sets for but moments
Settled for time
Monday, November 21, 2011
yes, I would wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness;
I would hurry to find a shelter from the raging wind and tempest.
...Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved."
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Thank you for the storm Jesus
Though terrifying and terrible
though wicked and blasting
Your hand is protecting
Your eyes, they are watching
Your heart is alive
to the movement in mine
my loving one
mighty and true
Your words are in pain
the sweetest touch
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
An email at work
Puts into a trance
One whole but two parts
A thousand miles away
So far, a heart so gone
Confused. Sorely confused.
Running. No, racing stupid.
Beating in panic.
Hurting in guilt.
Far from together.
Far from secure.
For your sake, you see?
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Can anybody tell me why directly following, I have this need to eat?
And stuff my face I do well, even on a full stomach.
Yes, I’ve had a grapefruit and three cheese sticks,
but a poptart may motivate me to roll in your dough
even if it’s the cheap kind that aids my double chin growth.
Not enough, you say? Cheese stick #4.
Slow, you say? Pop tart feast.
And thanks, by the way
for slight undertones of a compliment.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I’ll take it as a compliment
Though I’m not sure I care
It frustrates me
The surface level attention
The meaningless compliments
I know you’ll mean it by your intentions
When you find me
And say that I’m beautiful
I’ll know you’re not lying
Your sincere smile
Monday, January 10, 2011
A set plan
He has decided
Give me faith, faith that is as solid as your purposes. Trust.
Trust in your perfect intentions.
Friday, January 7, 2011
The fear that something or someone would have you so bound
So tangled and convinced that it was right when it was wrong
And then realizing the wrong, or left alone and surprised
Whether it’s good or not, it’s safe in a way
Standing at arms length incase closer would steal control
Perhaps it wouldn’t
But if it did, the strong would be gone
The dancer alone
Spinning that grew faster would have no steady hand
Nothing to stop at, no hint at direction
Which would be fine if there were surety
Constancy in being free
The thought of maintaining control
To keep from depending on what might not be there
The safety in distance
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Sitting in a chair listening to a guy go on about stuff that doesn't matter in the end
This huge window provided the perfect entrance into another world
Tree trunks were glowing on the right side with a light touch of sunshine
The shadows were light and gray
Just like the squirrel that jumped from tree to tree
Only he was jumping at the bottom
Hanging on to the trunks and hiding in the shadows
I thought it must be awfully fun to do that and imagined that feeling of leaping
When your foot catches the stone just right
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Somehow I find myself pondering my third major gallivant leading me to those Northern countries around Sweden where I assume you'd find wonderous clothing items of fur and leather.
I imagined myself in at least a foot of snow, poorly dressed with boots that didn't insulate well and trudging up this little hill on the side of a mountain as the snow was whipping all around and then reaching this little pub-cabin place at the top and stumbling in the door with half-frozen toes and the burly men sitting at the bar would turn around with their beer and beards and just stare like “who let THAT chick up this mountain!?” and then I’d sit down at the bar and thaw out.
Upon leaving whichever country my imagination found myself in, I would send a gift back to the nice family who took me in and provided warm, wooly clothing to the poorly dressed English speaking American girl.
And then the thought vanished.