2820 milestag-along games i play with my guilty conscienceMore Like This
as i am drawn running towards the sea
away from the cold atlantic and over the mountains
through misty moors and smoky shacks
into the land of giants and ruffians
past god's own blessed children
i'll rest in the foothills, sleep under the stars
forget why i came, leave my boots in the rain
eventually sing indie rock in memphis
cross the styx and enter no-man's land
sun stroke burning my brain
prairie grass tickling my bare legs
the flames will scorch me as i continue
questioning myself in dreams
visions beleaguering my addled acts
texas taking its toll, dusting me over
when i reach the desert i want to finish
i wish to relax, to lie back and rewind
but i must go on, i am not finished yet
the red clay reminds me of why i walk
the cactus appears as an omen
the roadrunner goes ahead and turns back to help
the promised place is nearing, i can sense it in my soul
a searching light is cast, and i want to respond
it is the final stretch
At the throne.More Like This
I stepped into the small room,
Seeing the old frail body in the bed-
- I frowned to myself.
With the slightest movement from the man-
- I forced myself to smile again.
Gracefully walking over to the railing-
- I gingerly touch the elderly man's hand.
"Hello Mr. Johnson." I greeted.
The sickly man blinked open his eyes,
His lifeless, emotionless, dead eyes.
The sight sent shivers down my spine-
- every time I saw them.
"I want out of here!" His quiet growl was followed-
- by a round of rough coughs.
The sound twisted my stomach into knots.
"Sir you can't leave, you aren't well enough,"
"Like hell I'm not!" Again the coughs followed.
But this time he slowly placed his hand on his chest,
Pain flashing in his hollow eyes.
"Shhh, take it easy Mr. Johnson."
I gently stroked his forehead,
And quickly drew it back when he cursed me.
"Leave me alone!"
At his request I said my goodbye and walked out.
As I stepped into the next patient's room-
- my smile was wider then ever before.
"Why hello the
Do you feel alive?More Like This
Is it the beating in your heart?
The sweet taste of freedom,
Or maybe the gentleness of love?
Or is it when you see the birth of new life,
Smiles shown on those faces.
Does any of it make you feel alive?
Is it jumping from a cliff into water,
Getting tossed from a giant bull,
Feeling the earth shake beneath you,
Or standing in a hurricane?
Does the wild side of life bring you excitement?
Does it make you feel alive?
Is it the gentle flow of rushing water,
A breeze blowing through your hair,
A soft lick from a dog's tongue,
Or maybe the setting of the sun,
Do they make you feel -
- so utterly complete?
So amazingly alive?
Fight for it.More Like This
I walk along a silent street so still and deserted, as if I am isolated from this world.
I stick my hands in my pockets and begin to whistle with my steps slow and graceful.
The dark sky above glistens with beautiful stars, held in the hands of God Almighty.
His peaceful love washes over me in waves of Glory.
And with each step I fall even more madly in love with Him.
As the thoughts of my Maker blossom to life, swift movement catches my gaze.
I draw ever so near to the dark form ahead of me, and strangely enough I do not fear it.
"Hello?" I hear my voice call out the greeting, its depth embodied with warmth.
The woman turns to face me, staring, her eyes wide with fear and shock.
Her clothing hardly stretches along her body, exposing most of her bare flesh.
Her dark skin pretty and well kept, her shoulder length black hair blows in the gentle breeze.
Through human eyes she would be considered very beautiful, tempting to the touch.
But in those deep brown pools that clearly m
Face of an angelMore Like This
No one understood Stephen's faith,
and because of that they wanted to accuse him.
Wanted to bash him into the ground,
which in the end, they did.
They brought forth false witnesses to speak against him,
and once they finished
they called Stephen to the stand to defend himself.
But as he opened his mouth,
Words of defense didn't fill the air.
He spoke of the time of Abraham and of Moses.
The people were furious and gnashed their teeth at him.
But being filled with the Holy Spirit Stephen lifted his gaze to Heaven and saw
The Glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God.
"Look! I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God."
He claimed proudly, but the people did not want to listen.
They rushed him and dragged him out of the city to stone him.
They grabbed their stones and began to throw them,
Striking him with each rock.
But with each blow his eyes didn't stray from Jesus.
His gaze remained fixed on his true love.
Awaiting the arms of his Savior
My StarYou were so tiny,More Like This
On the day you were born.
The sound of your voice,
Touched the very center of my core.
The day you opened your eyes,
I could only stare into their glistening blue depth.
You grow with each passing day,
As I fall deeper in love with each step you take.
You run to me when you're scared,
And I take you tenderly into my arms.
When your hurt you rest against me,
Trusting I'd take away all your pain.
You rush out into the night,
With full faith that I'm following behind.
You don't fear the dark,
Because you know I'd fight off any danger just for you.
And as you stare up into those shining stars,
I gaze upon my Star.
The beauty in which I was blessed to raise,
For you, shine brighter than any star above.
And Babygirl, I love you.
Little girlA little girl- just playing in the dirt.More Like This
Laughter echoing from deep inside.
She swings around and around- in her daddy's arms
Joy and excitement shining in her eyes.
The trouble of the world- not at all on her mind.
Show her My love.More Like This
I had a friend come to me,
She spilled out all her problems.
Of how she believed,
She told me she was trapped.
Trapped in a way of living,
But that she was happy.
It was hard for me,
To hear how she loved another woman.
How she said she wanted-
to make a family with her.
I felt utterly sick inside,
But I knew I had to push-
all the ick aside.
I had to shine with God's love.
I smiled, though it was hard.
I told her what I believed.
Told her that the sin was wrong,
But that God didn't hate her.
That He hated this sin,
But that He loved her.
And if He could see past
those sins to a daughter He loves.
Then I could at least try to do the same.
I had to accept her.
Because I knew that was-
-what I was suppose to do.
To be a real Christian,
To show her God's love.
Not hate her or stone her,
I had to see past the flesh.
Down to the spirit,
To see what God saw.
A beautiful princess,
With her King awaiting.
Confused by the lies,
Traveling to and fro.
To reach something, someone else.
A growing LightBare feet slapped against the wooden floor as the sound of the door opening caught the little girl's attention. Tearing around the corner with her smile stretching wide across her child like face she sprung into the arms of the 43-year-old man, her father. "Daddy!" Her cry was joyous and filled with excitement as her little arms wrapped around his neck. The look in the man's own blue eyes mirrored the girl's emotions, both excitement and love beaming in their depths.More Like This
"Hello sweetheart, how was your day?" His voice was strong and tender. Carefully he set his daughter back on the ground and they crossed the small area to the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of water and downed half of it in two swigs.
"I had a good day daddy, Hope and I played outside most of the afternoon and when we got tired we got a snack and spent the rest of the time doing homework." The little girl's face wrinkled in mock disgust before the expression quickly dropped off to the happy grin that'd been there merely