Make it go

I’ve had no time to cry
To let go of the anguish, bitter moments of reality
I’ve had no time to drain, the sad smile in my eye
To wash away the pain, threats of attack, sanity

The voice within is screaming loud,
Before my face, a thick dense cloud
I’m waving my hands, I call attention, take away from me
Hideous laughter’s, fear pass by, please flee

Many a night, silent, cold and long
The pangs of darkness they continue grow strong
Oh whisper aloud, say more, let it go
Was it my Babel pride, let it sow?

Every step I took, led me in deeper deeper
Warning bells they rung, I laughed, I am my own keeper
Followed the calls of sweet seduces come baby love
Ignored the soft voices they seemed to come from above

Silently, very near He stood, watched me go,
Time had stopped for Him, till I came back, I was so slow
Cords of love, He wound back, knew He would draw
Lovingly He stroked the mess, mended my every flaw

Trickle.. its on its way out, the pain it flows away
The voices now soft, come here, to Me your dear
Hush child, I hold you close, My little one, don’t fear
Shhhhhhh, gentle arms rock, to Love I sway.

When its you and me..

The world around… the universe… close in allows you to be

Was it the wind in my hair.. that laughed its way, blew…
Perhaps your magical fingers gently running thru?
The wisps of cold breeze, tender in my face
The caress of your lips, left me, sweet daze?
Heavens sent down, delight in the scent of new rains
Memories breathed in, take away the distant pains
Lightening that rushed the mighty skies
Shivers that run my spine, thoughts of you fly by?
Thunders of rolling clouds they sound
The whisper of my name, keep me spell bound
Warm into the light of the first sun rays
Much more your love when upon me you gaze?
Watched seas that rage their life, come to the shores
The fierce grasp of your arms, more passion soar
Waves of love you pour let me drown in thee
Strong arms hold me, let down my guard, allow me be.
The echoed thoughts, linger, now come to your lips
The soft caress of your touch, strum on guitar strings
The gaze of your eyes, rising color to my cheeks
The gentle hiss of your breath, beautiful warmth it brings

Scars they remain… remind you it was real

Slow pain it waits, begs to be healed,
Memories they flow in, exposed, again revealed
Buried, I them, hide away do not be seen
Warm love flow over, assure me? Will it melt thin?
A desperate prayer whispered, coat me within.

Time tides in, take away what it brought
Time a healer, believe, frantically faster sought
Sands of time, grains, would it take the scars away
Fierce winds had drawn meaningless a mark?
He looked from above, beautiful intended strokes, not ill luck

Each scar by the Maker, an artful stroke from the brush of a Painter,
Every move deliberate, perfecting His masterpiece..
Clay in the hands of a Potter, succumb in flaws, crack, when put to test, thru fire
How else to render useful, earths dust that didn’t meet the pyre
Gaze He the refining, impurities melt out, left behind, gold silver

Truth, true it is, reality dawns, fewer realize
Many more they live, flawed, yet blissful
Their ignorance, ignored, did not require a price
Who but Wisdom that wise to know, man never pause.. mundane busyness, to seek
Scars, bless God, they remain, remind you it was real.

Question the worry

I cross the street, I amble the fields
I meet the blue lake, the water so still
I gaze at the shimmer of rays so bright
They turned the dark, to sunup light

I hear the birds, their sound sweet of song and pray
Of glories they chirp, worries astray
I strum the tune of bees that hum, tiny wings little flutter
Beat back their way with nectar, wax homes don’t matter

Then the men they wake, early dawn break
Axe and sickle, plough share many fields to rake
To splinter wood, a blaze to keep warm
Ploughs thru a hard ground, thickets and thorn

The tiny sparrow from a far green tree flew
Held by Power sturdy, against winds that blew
Fearless she counters, her strength come from where
Watches The Power and she, as men they despair

How small the bird & bee, yet so loved
Natured and provided for, from far above
So perfect the man, created by He
Then question the worry, when on the Master’s palm carved is he.

Of a lie told

Of that, that is within
No ear has heard, no eye that seen
Of tears that filled the stretched lonely night
Of prayers that were prayed, till morning break light

Of pride that walked streets so tall
Allowed superiority feel inferior, so small
Of haughtiness that strode, met you in face
Of attitude that followed, shame, it won the race

Of a life that covered all pleasures of sin
Gone past conscience, now hollow within
Values that once were many, now done away with
The vices they stayed, all surface beneath

Of eyes that sought you in a crowd
Yet words would not say, stayed proud
Of times there were, from a distance watch you hurt
When I let my hair down, curled smiles eyes flirt

Of moves that left your watching eyes floored
Of secret sugar smiles sweet lies told
Charming says that came your way.. Slowly seduced
Time tickled by steadily, love reduced?
Hear a lie told.

I have a dream….

Of yonder blue skies to reach & kiss
Of heavenly waters come down as mist
Of strolling by aisles of green and green
Of no worry no care, nothing distraught seen

I have a dream….

No lyrics unfold, no songs to sing
Yet happy moments, life’s joys living
No fancy says, no poetry in writing
Yet abundance of joy, in smiles freely giving

I have a dream….

Of long nights, hushed whisperings
Of chatter a chatter, sweet nothings
Then watching time ice, frozen in your eyes
Melting myself, your warmth nearby

I have a dream….

The future here, distinctly seen
Of time to come, myriad turns of that has been
Emotions that rise, to joy your life
Dreamed in moments, carved in for your delight.

Where is the love?

Where is the love

And you once had asked
Were u concerned it had drifted
Had I moved my way
Did you really want to know
Was this an easy bid, for an older day?

No more than a game
An unfrequented leisure
An infrequent thought
Did you stop to consider
It is a heart

You may say inconsiderate
And I would say the same
Did I understand you right
Was the love but a game
Was it right not to accept
Was it good a ask what did not want

The heart is but a gentle one,
In pouring out love, she had been won
In her all feelings cocooned
Beauty not revealed, seen within