Sleep

Calm the musings of my heart

And let no raptured thought curtail

The waking beauty of the night

That swathes my dreams in sweet betrayal

Of all I am, a rushing tide

Of boundless depth and endless ebb:

Allay this furor whate’er betide

That sleep may softly drown my head.

Love

“Love keeps no record of wrongs”

How do I beg forgiveness for what you don’t know?

Those car rides all alone,

With nothing but my thoughts to guide me home.

How do I explain what I don’t understand?

My sordid scam,          

Of pretending to be not what I am.

How will you forget what I can’t do?

I follow through

By saying at least I thought of you.

And somehow that’s enough,

The diamond in the rough,

The soft spot in the tough, tough

Realm of my heart, but you say it’s a start

And that’s why I love you. 

Vertigo

Walking blind down a city street

Sure does beat the eternal chaos of the galaxies meeting

One another around us;

Or maybe it’s just a mirror, and it’s just our fear of significance

Which causes us to dumb ourselves with meteor showers

Of electronic beats and scratching turntables ad infinitum.

I wonder what it’s like to be real, to be what you were made to be

Just for one day…probably like waking up from a nightmare and realizing

It was just a dream, or being diagnosed with cancer on April 1^st:

Both terrifying and exhilarating in one fell moment.

But to be real is to know pain, and I can’t handle that

So I’ll put my Oakley’s on and get lost in the whirr of engines and the honking of horns:

Maybe I’ll get lucky and get hit.

* I posted two songs today, because my heart felt like singing. Not because my heart was glad--it rarely is--but because it is the very nature of man to sing, for everything he does is a song. From the whimpered melody of his first crying sob to the choked dirge of his last gasp for air, man sings. And whether glad or sad, my heart sings, for I am a man and it is my duty to sing my song for my Maker. Sing with me, or drown me out with your own tune, for whether you know it or not, your life sings too.

Promised Land (a Hymn to God the Father)

Bring me to the Promised Land,

Let me hear Your story!

All my life I’ve broken been,

So heal me now in Glory!

Glory, glory!

Beyond the River rolling,

My Master calls me swiftly home

To rest with Him in Glory!

In the field I’ve labored strong,

Pushed through weather stormy;

But Life has been so hard, so long:

Now lift me up to Glory!

Glory, glory!

Beyond the River rolling,

My Master calls me swiftly home

To rest with Him in Glory!

And now my eyes are finally closed,

I see the breaking morning:

No more fear, forever hope,

I’m coming now to Glory!

Glory, glory!

Beyond the River rolling,

My Master calls me swiftly home

To rest with Him in Glory!

Golden Gates are opened wide,

Your arms are spread to hold me,

And all my pain is cast aside,

Forever I’m in Glory!

Glory, glory!

Where all the saints adore Thee!

On thrones of gold we’re seated high,

To reign with You in Glory!

And all my pain is cast aside:

Together we’re in Glory!

Man's Song

Where rivers run and oceans flow

I’ll guide you as you grow.

I’m sorry Father up above,

I love it here below.

And when the storm clouds rise against

I’ll be your last defense.

Forget it Father strong and brave,

I could use a rinse.

Deathly valleys, icy cliffs

My shoulder’ll be your lift.

Excuse me Father, snowshoe man,

I like exploring rifts.

I know you fear the dark of night

But I will be your light.

Damn it Father, shadows vile

My fickle soul excite.

Well you will fall, but you’ve not won,

I will send my Son.

Well I will nail him to a tree;

I think your work is done.

And as you watch, He’ll rise on high,

My love you can’t deny.

That may be true, but sure as hell

I’ll try until I die.

Lover's Swansong

Separate the brick walls from the pitfalls

And cut me clean.

I’m too far gone to come back home

Or be a king.

They asked me if I’d try so I lied

And said I would

But now I’m broke and I have no hope

And I’m understood

For the first time: I’m on cloud nine

When I’m with you

But then you leave me and you can’t see me

While I miss you.

And all the people say I’m evil

Because you’re broken

But I swear that I care so much

My arms are open

And I’m bleeding from the beating

That I’ve taken

But it’s worth it for the purpose

Of persuasion

Because I hope that you know

I’m in earnest

I could have fled or wound up dead

Or otherwise deserted.

But I’m here and you’re not,

Alone and distraught,

But I decided this,

So I’ll take what I’ve got.

I've run out of questions...

I’ve run out of questions

With so many answers

Dancing before my weary eyes,

There’s no more pretending,

I’m running on empty

And reading between the blurry lines

That aren’t even there

I’ve only imagined

A beat to help me remember my rhymes

I’m over, I’m out,

You can call me a pilot

I’ve flown so far behind enemy lines

There’s no more escaping,

My heart is through breaking,

And never will laugh when the wedding bell chimes.

For these are the words of a forsaken lover,

Who whispers sad nothings as vivacity pines. 

Clear my heart

Clear my heart

As a shooting star

Clears the sky on a cold winter’s night:

It’s not so menial as you might think,

Not so trite or redundant as perception might indicate:

I can’t escape it, it’s here

It’s part of me,

It’s who I am, who I’ll be, both what I want and what I hate,

So please clear my heart:

For the clouds of a worried soul

Block out the masterpiece of a broken life.