I Love You Like the Dawn of Day

I love you like the dawn of day
Fresh and new every morn
With your eyes and smile that always say
I love you ever more

Your graceful way of telling me
I'm yours and you are mine
Our hears have joined so willingly
And will stay till the end of time

Your beauty stole my breath from me
Again but for the first time
To you I give it graciously
Its yours to have all my life

I love you like the dawn of day
You are my sun rising in the east
My love for you will always stay
And together we are complete

Two Doors

I walk down a path
My life set before
I come to a fork
Given the choice of two door
One is my plan

The other is you

And here I must pick

And chose from the two

I want my success

My money my wealth

But I want you my dear

Through sickness and Health

Open your eyes and

tell what you see
To my heart my love

Your hand holds the key
So there is only one door

For my heart to choose

As I turn the knob

My thoughts pass of you

Of your eyes

So cool so sweet

A pool of blue

With an end I’ll not meet

Your hair as silk

To the touch it is smooth

Like blowing grain

Through the wind as it moves

Your skin so fare

Your lips so red

My heart yearns for you

By your hand it is led

And so I will go

Where your hand leads of me

And go through the door

For your hand holds the key

Times to End

Each one of our lives has a point in which any normality our eyes could see is blurred by the formation of that tear that slowly collects enough moisture to fall and roll so gracefully down our cheeks. Each one of us goes through a time where all that was and is normal is only a foreign concept and we are left alone only with the thoughts of what was. Left alone with a fear of what tomorrow may bring. Because the scariest part of life isn’t what we know is going to happen. The scariest part of life is, not knowing what will happen when you wake up and get out of bed tomorrow. It takes an incredible amounts of courage to take the steps into anew day not knowing what awaits you on your path to your hope. The fear of tomorrow is what is holding us back from our passions that eat away at us. The passions whose sole desire is to rise to the surface and to be understood and heard and seen. As your passion lay dormant inside eating away at you begging you to bring to surface your innermost desires you cower and hide suppressing those passions for fear of tomorrow. But in being honest with our souls tomorrow is an isolation created in our own minds. We fear it. We fear change. We fear those end times where we must leave something new and press on towards tomorrow wanting so much to go back to yesterday. But the future doesn’t lie in yesterday. Your passions can’t come to pass yesterday. Tomorrow is all we have it is our future and the very place where or hope must remain. Our fear of times to end is what is suppressing our times to begin and start anew. Tomorrow possesses our fear, yes, but it also holds the result of what we can do and who we can become brining those dormant passions to the surface and proving once and for all our zealacy spurs us to the hope in tomorrow. So tomorrow, let it come brining fear. I shall look towards tomorrow and see through my blurry eyes the only hope I’ve still got lies there waiting for me to come and take it.

The Summer of My Childhood

The summer of my childhood has past away and along with it the baseball card games, fishing, scraping my knees, days of swimming, and building forts in the wood. My baseball card and bug collections have been traded for worries and concerns of my future. My chasing squirrels and rabbits has turned into chasing girls and broken hearts. The days of summer i once knew consisted of catching fire flies to the golden rays of a setting sun; drinking lemonade on the back porch while listening to the symphony of crickets preforming just for me; and stealing apples off the next-door neighbor's trees. But those summers are only memories to me now. Now summer means heat, work, and late nights spent at coffee shops. Whatever happened to the summer bar-b q's, or sitting on the roof watching the fireworks on the fourth of July. In this adult world i am so quickly being pushed and pulled into there is no time for eating home made ice-cream while listening to grandpa's stories. In the world that will soon entertain my all summer has lost all its magic and in return has gained the troubles of a recessing economy and war. The only place the magic remains is in the hearts of my memories which are quickly fading.

Lost

written 7/1/03

No matter what I do I am lost in this world, entangled in a web of material wealth. Just when I think I have found my way out all light turns to darkness and all I see around me is a living hell that makes my mind hurt, my soul burn, and even more than that my heart break. When I think I have found my hope an exit from insanity through relationships but the vanity of it demands the damnation of the thought.

My friends abandon me forcing me to walk alone. And those I reach out to offering my heart and love in its most primitive evolving form. They take my heart and shatter it. My fragile heart is shattered into thousands of shards of glass only for the shards of my heart to be blown in my face, cutting and scraping it, mutilating it beyond recognition, and forcing me to bleed tears. I hide my face and the shattered pieces of my heart only to finally get it pieced together and experience the pain all over again.

So I have no friends no one beside me holding my hand. Further I am lost wondering blind and alone. I look around and see others taking the exit ramp off the highway that has me trapped hurtling at dangerous velocities only to find a tunnel ahead forcing me back into darkness that traps me in my nightmare called life. Their exits are found in drinking drugs and sex. At times their windows out appeal to me and I think the reality of the situations calls me to follow but in the end there is only turmoil because in their window it doesn’t matter what where or who you wake up to and the overwhelming sensation of pain is even more evident.

So I continue through this wormhole of life wondering, waiting, hoping, and praying for mercy for pity for someone to look on me and show me my exodus, to tell me everything is alright. But no one is their I am crying into the darkness not knowing if my cries fall on deaf ears or if I am just telling the devouring creatures where to find me.

The concerns of this world are not of me. Why should anyone have concern if my being lost for I am not someone else. I cannot be the person you all so blindly see. All I am is me and for the rest of you that isn’t good enough. So I waste away wondering aimlessly and alone lost in my own self rejection. My exodus shalln’t come and my demise is inevident.

Awake and Alive

Awake and alive my redemption is found in the very hands of a man whom i have never seen face to face. But those same hands gently holding my redemption were crushed and pierced so that redemption could come to pass. I feel it in my bones the greatest of these awakenings i yet to come. And i will be there standing on the front line sword drawn and screaming my most righteous battle cry at the top of my lungs, "Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty! The whole Earth is full of his glory!!!" I am Awake and Alive in a world who will soon know who i am but even greater than that they will know the name of my God through me.