Clamour...

Loneliness shades what I can see

I don't want to relinquish, I don't want to be.

Why can't life work like I want it to?

Battered and torn by a life lived upon my own strength

Jeez...

to give it all up... to surrender what I hold dear

That one main thing.. that thing I call fear

But I clamour for it.. I want it so much

To grasp and to hold what I think I want.

Yet I embolize and I chastatize others...

What a jerk...

Shut up... can't you see... you like all else...
So imperfectly be...

You need Him too although you think you don't.

Just shut up... just shut up.

Thinking too much of what others do...
It's time to focus on you...

Stinger, And

Stinger stuck in the finger
Peering inside is a road not taken
How much more will it linger
And how much longer, your walls unshaken

With the need to atone
Feeding one for self protection
But in this life so alone
Leading you to constant re-direction

How I long for you to be free
Shot off into a glorious sunrise
Cast off anew on a shimmering sea
And to know the true prize

Oh how freeing is The Truth
How empty is our own meaning
He will give you reason to sink your tooth
And set your feet on solid ground, gleaming

Lemon Zest

Lemon zest up in the chest
Where I can feel your breast

Behind it beating swift
Your heart still so adrift

Lost on the stormy sea
Captivated endlessly

Focus not one taken too long
Again it will soon be gone

Thinking new ones, thoughts are placed on the scenery
Contemplating the other sides greenery

Your grass, it seems, has turned brown
It takes two to water and keep the crown

Even He had to learn
to live obediently

What does that mean
in a world so strewn about autonomously?

So what does this entail
for you and me?

Love's driving us home
so patiently

Cold Cold Heart...

Frustration and anger are her weapons
Threaded together with a tongue of lies.

Not accountable to anyone, not even herself

Destruction are her breadcrumbs, trailing
up to her shallow and empty life.

Fuel is her appetite for more, she can't
stop, needs to play the whore.

Her cold cold heart beats like fingers
wrapping on stone, she must keep going never to atone.

A remedy to this I do not know, no human
power can be in His stead

A miracle for today
would be this life set un-astray

Jesus, warm her heart, show us
your part.

For I know no other miracle you could do,
except to change this life so foreign to You.