brambles brothers disguise
come underneath these frozen
thorns. let your foot down, your heart it beats.
I cant escape these frost bitten thunders.
My echoing silouhette will not die into the ground
for she reminds me so so often of your love.
feathers in my hair
tangled in the great green bite of birch bedded down.
Help me... hear
Help me... see
press these green twigs into my tongue and write your words
brand the bones of my chest ...yours
cross your heart over mine with full residence !
dance your bones around me here
lay down my fears and melt them into the ice these deserted foes.
rise along the strands of flowing air ..crackling with your inhabitation.
Follow thy hand
your fire brand
into the hills and wrap these thorns like leather around my wrists
in rememberance.
you braid tall grasses into my hair
with the smoke of the clouds and I honor you with my life.
placed into my hand thy stone of love.
Dear brother...dear
fire of life
my heart cannot contain..
not a thing but these sparks.
the imploding din inside my head
the crushing hum
my soul lives alight.
and I will run aflamed with joy zig zag across the plain you have created
me dust to dust
Bone Dry Hope
A prisoner, exile and soujourner , the refuse of the world..and gladly so.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
You Beautiful Vine
you beautiful vine
strangely performing in unstable vessels.
breaking over us with winds to level these false structures.
you break my heart and come please do it again so that I might
feel... your love restoring me.
you with astonishment instilled in once yet children we spoke and died
to it... bring round again in us.
you who flood me with tears
sorrow with sweet honey
satisfied with brokeness
clusters in the soil.
I am here
with Him
finality my love
His hands around my wrists
crush these fragrant wishes
atop my head
strangely performing in unstable vessels.
breaking over us with winds to level these false structures.
you break my heart and come please do it again so that I might
feel... your love restoring me.
you with astonishment instilled in once yet children we spoke and died
to it... bring round again in us.
you who flood me with tears
sorrow with sweet honey
satisfied with brokeness
clusters in the soil.
I am here
with Him
finality my love
His hands around my wrists
crush these fragrant wishes
atop my head
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Words Dont Flow
words dont flow
not anymore
a new way
a holding back way
bound up like a fount I used to know.
I wont rest till you meet me in the flowers
of this bed.
struggle in me
child , daughter little sister
shes mine and shes yours
so take a hold.
my hands look like my face as I turn them toward you
words dont flow
not a sense of them will I make
but blatantly confess this beautiful mess
and pain in me.
Daddy , Father wont you be
such a strange refrain.
I love you
with the weeping rocking that tick tocks upon the
ribs containing my soul.
for you I will go.
So I sit with you untied
you know me
and Im knowing you
and if its the pain that brings me
then all the more let it be
draw me please.
Jesus, blatant lover of my soul
I miss you
my words dont flow
they just come out
and I really dont care
as you untie me
unravel me from the knots.
your the sensation radiating my skin
the breathless hope
the shaking prayer
the tears that rejoice over you...
I always know Im home.
words dont flow
dear Lord
so let them be red
and not simply painted to diguise my hopes.
Im your love
broken in your arms
and thats where I always want to be.
Im here again
daily...daily... hourly I'll submit it.
no words make sense to me
hiding in their shadows of colors wont suffice
I love you Lord
my words dont flow
no not anymore
but the love that pours from my heart
is yours
and this little girl shes afraid
shes afraid
so Daddy im here
change me
not anymore
a new way
a holding back way
bound up like a fount I used to know.
I wont rest till you meet me in the flowers
of this bed.
struggle in me
child , daughter little sister
shes mine and shes yours
so take a hold.
my hands look like my face as I turn them toward you
words dont flow
not a sense of them will I make
but blatantly confess this beautiful mess
and pain in me.
Daddy , Father wont you be
such a strange refrain.
I love you
with the weeping rocking that tick tocks upon the
ribs containing my soul.
for you I will go.
So I sit with you untied
you know me
and Im knowing you
and if its the pain that brings me
then all the more let it be
draw me please.
Jesus, blatant lover of my soul
I miss you
my words dont flow
they just come out
and I really dont care
as you untie me
unravel me from the knots.
your the sensation radiating my skin
the breathless hope
the shaking prayer
the tears that rejoice over you...
I always know Im home.
words dont flow
dear Lord
so let them be red
and not simply painted to diguise my hopes.
Im your love
broken in your arms
and thats where I always want to be.
Im here again
daily...daily... hourly I'll submit it.
no words make sense to me
hiding in their shadows of colors wont suffice
I love you Lord
my words dont flow
no not anymore
but the love that pours from my heart
is yours
and this little girl shes afraid
shes afraid
so Daddy im here
change me
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Lovers Branches
afraid to love
like bittersweet roses whose fragrance witholding.
but dare I to see the sun
and hide in the cool of my lovers branches.
Pulled tightly tapped strings
share the things I cant bare, sing for me.
I'll hide here with Him
in the nudge of His arms
and breathe in all His air.
Ive off and disappeared with the sigh of these birds.
Running like a child, forgetting everything.
If you so desire
I'll concede
to you I promise, yes.
Ive gathered wild mint
and rosemary
and lavenders my friend.
I saw him looking
I saw him laughing
and the birds fluttered from the branches
there these....
what shall you have dear Lord ?
here.. there.. and all of me.
sweetest quiet uninterrupted
lay down in these grasses
How can you press so hard into me ?
Father you make this ache so much more.
My brothers keeper
keep
the prayer of my lips.
like bittersweet roses whose fragrance witholding.
but dare I to see the sun
and hide in the cool of my lovers branches.
Pulled tightly tapped strings
share the things I cant bare, sing for me.
I'll hide here with Him
in the nudge of His arms
and breathe in all His air.
Ive off and disappeared with the sigh of these birds.
Running like a child, forgetting everything.
If you so desire
I'll concede
to you I promise, yes.
Ive gathered wild mint
and rosemary
and lavenders my friend.
I saw him looking
I saw him laughing
and the birds fluttered from the branches
there these....
what shall you have dear Lord ?
here.. there.. and all of me.
sweetest quiet uninterrupted
lay down in these grasses
How can you press so hard into me ?
Father you make this ache so much more.
My brothers keeper
keep
the prayer of my lips.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
With
the most beautiful picture
with the most beautiful sigh
glowing , showing all around
its articulate discovery to
you.
close me in
with this warmth
you shoo away my troubling thoughts
with your cool breath across my forhead
drive my attention to you...whom I love.
"you want me..yes you do
to dance with me
all as before
and we will dance a new dance
just now as your partaker
cuts cross the field "
lovely letter
scribe
you break all in me
red and bleeding
I feel your turning hands inside my chest
your tapping upon my back
I wanna be
be there and here.
Peacefully I plenty on this bread
this breath of life
I'll rise and meet you....
My hands touch the tapering tips in the field as I go
and I feel you near
nearer are thee.
My heart so warm
It leaps in its chest.
Suddenly , simply there your hand to mine...
no more this anxiety....
I...with my Lord.
with the most beautiful sigh
glowing , showing all around
its articulate discovery to
you.
close me in
with this warmth
you shoo away my troubling thoughts
with your cool breath across my forhead
drive my attention to you...whom I love.
"you want me..yes you do
to dance with me
all as before
and we will dance a new dance
just now as your partaker
cuts cross the field "
lovely letter
scribe
you break all in me
red and bleeding
I feel your turning hands inside my chest
your tapping upon my back
I wanna be
be there and here.
Peacefully I plenty on this bread
this breath of life
I'll rise and meet you....
My hands touch the tapering tips in the field as I go
and I feel you near
nearer are thee.
My heart so warm
It leaps in its chest.
Suddenly , simply there your hand to mine...
no more this anxiety....
I...with my Lord.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Stealing Sparks
my good good
how I love you
straight
to you
no in between words
why should I frustrute
me ?
this way
or
that way
your here
my good good
how I love you
everything else so devoid
without you
you oh you
you
stir me with waves
you make me
dizzy
catch me up
I'll never go
I'll never come down
I'll fall into it
how I love
you
over cascading breath of life
with sparks stealing
one more time
wrap your intuitive wave of endless time
around my arms
pull me in
let me sleep in your eternal arms
can I raise my voice loud enough
to express this love
oh lovely
My good good
how I love you
straight
to you
no in between words
why should I frustrute
me ?
this way
or
that way
your here
my good good
how I love you
everything else so devoid
without you
you oh you
you
stir me with waves
you make me
dizzy
catch me up
I'll never go
I'll never come down
I'll fall into it
how I love
you
over cascading breath of life
with sparks stealing
one more time
wrap your intuitive wave of endless time
around my arms
pull me in
let me sleep in your eternal arms
can I raise my voice loud enough
to express this love
oh lovely
My good good
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Atmospheric Soul Collide
father
love
if all these things would flow like the stream in my heart
that could keep time with you for me to disinegrate
my words into atmospheric distances....
I would
there is nothing that keeps time with you but for my
absolute resonating soul to collide with you
I cant have enough
never
pulling me by this
waves interpreting nothing capable of thoughts
nothing but being one
with you
so new
glory to glory
deep to deep
Im unwired
rewired
oh the things I do to myself
oh the things you have to do to me
paitience
my lovely one
brother under these quietest leaves
you played soldier son
hero
father
lover
you have changed my eyes
love
if all these things would flow like the stream in my heart
that could keep time with you for me to disinegrate
my words into atmospheric distances....
I would
there is nothing that keeps time with you but for my
absolute resonating soul to collide with you
I cant have enough
never
pulling me by this
waves interpreting nothing capable of thoughts
nothing but being one
with you
so new
glory to glory
deep to deep
Im unwired
rewired
oh the things I do to myself
oh the things you have to do to me
paitience
my lovely one
brother under these quietest leaves
you played soldier son
hero
father
lover
you have changed my eyes
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