Tuesday, December 30, 2008
New Year Commeth
Day to day struggles
cast shadows on my enlightenment
and terms undisclosed imprison me.
give my thoughts and early rising thoughts
to He that washed away all that I was
and life beckons me to change.
what is new to you and to me
if all we have is a memory
of what was then.
is it me that crawls into the old
and picks up stale pieces of
broken life?
this is new, this is old,
close my eyes and my hands fold.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Christmas
It was difficult, but it was time to put away differences and our dis likes and get on with our celebration. After all, it's not about us, it's about Him, who was sent for us.
Now,
as we swept our emotions and differences under the carpet, shall we leave them there, or start the New Year with some much needed house cleaning? Only time will tell.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Today
But the gratuitous nature of this time we gather will be unspoken for and unrecognized to them, for this time is their time of cheer. Smiles twinkling brightly and unspeakable glimmers of joy in their eyes. Yes, this is a time for their excitement, irrelevant of what crushes me inside.
I love you,
Merry Christmas
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Dreary Morning
fog rising
sprinkles falling
pale winter face demising
eyes failing
bones aching
body crawling
soul dying
each morning
another dreary morning
silently praying.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
is a run from her
as i cling to myself
and let my mind go as
my heart stands still in the middle
of the this war inside
all the while falling
like the guilty tears I cried.
Lost in the moment
created in emptiness
in this solace unresolved
calling for you.
Distorted pains in life-like
transgressions of my own
swallowing pride in the dry mouth
spirited self-centered I've become.
Ignorant infatuations imitating
all that feeds the illness
of this selfishness
as i walk up this mountain to find
the rest of my Jesus and the Savior
of my mind.
Calling unto you and to hold you
is against the will of my mind
and not of my heart
and this is where I beckon you to love me
on this journey by God I'll start.
9/5/07
wj
Pearls
Tears wrapped in mild-mannered
honeycomb whispers of pale blue
lies that tangled endlessly from the
ten year prison term I've served.
Crumbling morsels of denial dance the floor
where rusty colored blood scarred knees
traveled in search of redemption.
Laughing stalks of red cotton colored lipstick
paint a pretty picture on the
fragments left of a window pane
as she looks into my life.
Pearls of anger and diamonds of jealousy
sparkle silent sorrows into an empty
glow under morbid midnight moon
as passion filled hollow walls
echo empty eagerness at each of us.
Blistering nights of subconsciously
walking away from disguises in defeat,
the battles continue to portray
a life of love, a life so neat.
and I, like a bastard butcher
slewing away on late night meat,
have stained my white's
and lost balance upon my feet.
5/17/07
wj
