Spin round
Find the lights
Is there a melody?
Music brings life
I can’t breathe without melody
Who are you?
Find me tonight
Bring me song and lyric
And tomorrow I will wonder what I was looking for
poetry
Me and whatever that means
Me..:a construct for the ages
An anomaly for the masses
Another constructed being in the realm of space and time to be constructed from dust
But I believe in design so your construct is nothing. So am I meaningless?
I’ve said “construct” too much
If I do not reach do my hands hold meaning?
If I don’t ache am I still bleeding?
If I don’t yield am I an endless void?
If I’m not here does the world notice?
I am space constructed from endless light.
I am more than yesterday and today and tonight.
I’m not void in the darkness
I’m just the kind of light that can start a spark.
Believe in me and let’s begin tomorrow.
Who can imagine
I sit at the table of a hundred imaginings
Holding my breath for the light
And the darkness can feel suffocating at times
But the light encompasses
And I wait for the music to rescue so I can sing along
But tonight, melody is fleeting
But God…
Superlative and encompassing
Beautiful and victorious in the midst of me.
Hope can be found in breathes…in moments when I inhale and exhale song and melody and the brooding chaos of the ache.
Tonight, the song can capture the waking wonder and I can imagine tomorrow
And maybe that’s enough
I’ll keep you posted.
So turns the world…until it stops.
I stare at you in dim rooms lit by tv light drowning out the noise
I almost wish for the noise to stop…almost…but maybe grappling with reality is lesser to ignorance.
I’m a coward.
I stare at light
I drown in darkness
And I pretend to know the difference
Only grace.
God save me from this man I am
God save me from who I could become
God save me!
I revel at light when I’m trapped in shadow.
I revel at grace when the “too much” is….too much.
But I am enough because you called me and said I am. I cannot understand but I’m cool with that.
Who are you?
Who let you decide when enough was enough?
Who are you to say I don’t have a say anymore?
I stare at the void knowing you’re okay but I am here and everything feels irrelevant.
Tomorrow isn’t a promise….only grace
Hold on tight. The winds shift but the anchor proves true.
Therein is hope.
Therein is peace.
So we fight a day longer
Bring the thunder, I know the Son!
Ghost Writing
I’m just a ghost figure in the corner watching my life walk by in shadow while I keep breathing.
Control is an illusion for the “other ones” on the outside calling the shots.
Faith is a bridge I’m building
Tomorrow is a dream worth living
So I breathe
So I call tomorrow a promise
Knowing is luxury
Trusting is strength
I’ll let go and watch my wax wings melt and maybe pull off a miracle before the fire and sea consume me.
Better yet, I’ll watch God work the miracle for me
Until fruition, I am free. Until tomorrow, there is now.
Watch as I split the sky and bring thunder!
Watch as His glory unfolds.
Exhaustion
Few times, in my life, have I ever felt this exhausted.
Blow me down like the air pumped into a balloon and I will pop
Mull me over with words and I will implode to nothing
Sink me in the earth with a step and I will cave to dust
Sleep is underrated to the, truly, tired!
The promise of heaven on a pillow where nothing comes in but surrender.
These are the nights that test the soul.
And I stand waking with the promise of dreams while the world slumbers.
Life is messy
Sleep is treasure and my pillow is screaming lullabies that should be quiet
In the place of the mind where the quiet goes to die, I wait
Until tomorrow when the siren blazes another day has come.
Until then, don’t speak or I may blow away.
When steal hearts rust, the breeze is threatening.
Goodnight world. I’ll see you on the other side.
Alone
Alone is an underrated word
Do we know what it means?
Have we felt its sting to the fullest?
Have we walked in the dark groping for candles or matches or a cell-phone glare?
Have you lived if?
I have
Or maybe I haven’t
In its depths, there is always a glimmer
In its talons, a minute scrape of resistance
The physical gives way to the spiritual and light lives
Darkness runs from a spark
Lord, tonight, be that spark
Strength perfect in weakness
Hope in the failing and the chaos.
That’s who You are!
Breathe when the lungs have stopped
Pump when the heart has stopped beating
Be near when everything feels distant.
That’s who You are
And I trust you!
On Reminiscing
Some nights revolve around the past…
It’s not that it started out that way but it ends in reminiscence of days gone by and memories you treasure.
Is it good or bad?
I don’t know the answer.
Enlighten me, people of Earth.
When reminiscence leads to wonder about what could have been it can lead down a rabbit trail of “bad”.
You know, a rabbit trail, when the bunnies roam in random directions and you chase them to find the meaning?!?
Or maybe it can lead to the realization of what was and is…
Sometimes I don’t know if I’m qualified to proffer an opinion.
But tonight, in the noise of my mind and the chaos of surrounding serenades, I’m happy to revel in what was and what could be.
Maybe I’ve missed the mark of greatness. Maybe time is not my biggest fan. Maybe I’ve suffered beyond the point where suffering should stop. But hope…
Hope lives in the dream!
Hope is in tomorrow!
Yesterday can remind me of what, not only was, but can be.
Isn’t that worth the struggle?
The “fight” can be in the hands of the unseen. The “fight” can be in the next breath.
Dare me to dream!
I will wake and go for broke.
It’s who I am and I’m not changing now. I’m not about to give up or give in.
Will me this moment to conquer the world.
I’ll see you on the other side!
What NOT to expect when you’re expecting
Don’t expect me to be perfect.
Don’t expect me to always be wise.
Don’t expect no tears…they come with the territory…that is me.
Don’t expect perfection
I’m just a girl, who likes to write my feelings into the air. Take it or leave it.
Don’t expect polish from a heart that is raw.
Don’t expect me to hold it all together all the time.
I am you in different skin. can we be “us” together?
Sincerely,
Me
INSPIRED BY THE COMFORTER 