Labyrinth

Little girl, where are you going?
Can you hear my voice anymore little girl?
Little girl, stop running
look up, I Am here with you.

You turn another corner
enticed by the neon signs and pretty music
Don't you see? They are drowning me out
making it harder for you to hear my voice.

Little girl, I hear your racing heart
fear not, rest in me and I will give you peace.
Little girl, don't wait for another dead end,
break down the walls and find your freedom.

You put up the walls to keep them out
so they couldn't hurt you, or break your dreams
The walls you've constructed
have separated you from me.

I've tried climbing your walls, little girl
but you just keep building them higher.
Little girl, the walls must come down now
break them down, before they break down you.

January 19, 2007

Invitation to Dance

Candles shine brightly against the polished floor
conversation and music softly mingle
the floor's radiance invites the people to dance
He extends his hand to you,
"May I have this dance?"
Shyly, you take the offered hand and rise
His strength is sure and gentle as he leads you
gliding across the floor together
in perfect time and rhythm with the music
His arms hold you tightly
a grip not of force, but of love

Jesus asks to dance with you every day
He is captivated by your beauty
promising to lead you through the dance
His hand is extended in invitation,
"Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, and come with me." (Song of Solomon 2:10)
Your heart is filled with joy and excitement
you have been pursued, romanced
and accept the invitation to play an irreplaceable role

Take His hand,
Dance

January 12, 2007

100th poem

Joy is a Bicycle

Oh, what to write?
The possibilities are endless,
yet something holds me back
Is it that I'm not used to writing joy
that I've been penning my depression
for so long, that it's all I know to write?
A pen and piece of paper gave me release
If I wrote about a feeling,
I no longer had to deal with it
Was my writing just another bottle
holding the pain, hurt and darkness?
I haven't stopped writing because I no longer feel,
but what I feel is easier to show
and I enjoy showing it, rather than only writing it
It is, I hope, written all over my face
I don't want to stop writing
it's come to be such a huge part of me
I guess I'm just stuck
in transition to finding a way to write
this feeling that feels so strange
I know I'll find a voce for this joy someday
it will be like riding a bike;
the first attempts can be a bit shaky
soon, I'll be riding like a pro

January 12, 2007

Words To My Beloved

Here she comes, my Beloved, my Bride
she is robed in beauty and a crown of glory rests on her head
I've waited for her patiently
watching her grow and mature into a lovely woman
I am proud to call her mine
She is lovely and worthy of my love
she has kept her love for me pure
for this she shall be praised
I yearned for her and beckoned her to search for me
through her search she found I was there with her
We held one another close and spoke words of love to one another
She is my Beloved, I am her Lover
No one can take her from me
together we are one
I have placed a song in her heart
a secret song meant for me alone
The day is coming when she will sing it with passion
When she is frightened, I am there to comfort her
I reassure her with my love
Soon we will be joined in a great ceremony
Then I will speak her true name
a name even the angel's lips cannot utter
I rejoice over you, my Darling, my Beloved
My Bride

January 8, 2007

Again

Do you ever get tired of hearing it?
"God, I'm sorry, I wanted control
again"
I asked you to heal my heart
then took it back
again
trying to tape and glue it back together
bandaging over the deep cracks
again
So, do you ever get tired of hearing it?

Don't you get tired of saying it?
"Pappa help me out, I can't do it on my own
again"
Everytime, I try to heal your heart
you took it back from me
again
You know the adhesive of man's love can't mend it
it only deepens the cracks
again
And no, I never tire of hearing you call for help
again

Let me be your ezer
I will help you through the wounds
again
Give me the shattered areas of your heart
we'll do this together
again
Our hearts are not that different, Child
I want to speak truth into your life
again
Don't give up, call out to me
again.

January 5, 2007

The Measure of a Picture

You walk by and take a look at my curves
I walk away, taking your look for one of disgust
You don't see what I do,
when you see "more to love"
I only see more I need to lose

You're gorgeous and deny it with every breath
I wish I could look like you
I know I'd pop every button on your clothes
And those leggings you wear?
Like sausage casings on me

I find myself staring at your picture
enchanted by your beauty
I suck it in, will I ever measure up?
That picture for you, saved a life
for me, a reminder of what I am not

January 5, 2007

Coming Down the Tracks

I've been tied down to these tracks
unable to move, unable to change my destiny
I see the train coming towards me
I see, yet didn't expect it to come this fast

I watch as it barrels down the tracks
picking up momentum, with no track switch in sight
I hear its gears grinding against each other
I hear, but didn't expect it to be this deafening

I feel the vibrations of the tracks
rattling and jostling, the ropes still hold fast
I feel as the great iron beast slams into me
I feel, not expecting it to hurt this much

I knew the train was placed by me on the tracks
fuelled by anger, loneliness that could not be contained
I knew it was coming for me
I knew, why didn't I stop it?

January 4, 2007

Unanswered Questions

Daddy, daddy, do you love me?
Daddy, daddy, do you think I'm pretty?
Daddy, daddy, I'm confused
I don't know who you want me to be.

Daddy, daddy, do you love me?
Daddy, daddy, will you hold me please?
Daddy, daddy, I'm unsure
I don't understand why you're repulsed by me.

Daddy, daddy, do you love me?
Daddy, daddy, will you come watch my play?
Daddy, daddy, I'm hurt
I guess your meetings are more important.

Daddy, daddy, do you love me?
Daddy, daddy, will I ever be enough?
Daddy, daddy, I'm sorry
I guess I'm just too much to handle.

Daddy, daddy, do you love me?
Daddy, daddy, do you think I'm pretty?
Daddy, daddy, I'm asking
Please don't let my Question go unanswered.

January 3, 2007

To Die For

Come in, have a seat, I just made fresh buns
Oh, thanks, but I just ate and I'm not hungry
Do you want to come over, we'll order pizza
Sure, make it a large, I'm starving tonight!
Are you okay? You've been in there a long time
I'm fine, I think the pizza was bad or something

Let the food pass you by, and muffle your raging stomach
You know the next bite will cost more than you've got
Then again, eat it all, spare no crumb
Turn the water on, so they can't hear you gagging
The object of your affection is to be thin and pretty
Will you ever acheive a beauty to die for
Or die for the beauty you hunger?

This is not a game you play with casual whim
You feel in control, but are only being controlled by it
The outcome is uncertain, but the pain along the way
Makes you uncertain of which will come first,
Being starved for beauty, or robbed of what you have now?

January 1, 2007

Broken Promises

I promise I won't drink tonight
but now I've lost count
I promise that I love you
but now I've lost us
Broken promises and broken hearts
I promise I'll call you tonight
but now I lost the time
I promise to make it up to you
but now I've lost faith
Broken promises and broken friends
I promise not to lie to you
but now I've lost my story
I promise its the truth this time
but now I've lost trust
Broken promises and broken lives

Promises are broken and it happens all the time
but things that break, can be mended
When you seem to lose everything,
remember you sill have us
We'll be here to support you
just like we've been before
One night of broken promises doesn't change our love
it is stronger than a few too many drinks
We're here to give you what you need
a shoulder to cry on, a number to call
Let us pick you up when you're down
our's is a friendship built strong to withstand the bumps in the road

I promise we love you tonight
and now I hope you know our love will never change
I promise you can call us tonight
and now I'll hold your hand again if you need me
Unbreakable friendship mends broken hearts

Dedicated to my friend, a cool guy with a lip ring. I love you too.

January 1, 2007