A Collection

Here is a collection of some of my writings that I want to share with others. I find that writing is a great way to connect with others, so any comments, thoughts, etc that you wish to share after reading these words, I would love to hear them.

Love Sold Cold

Love is moving shaking hurting, love is bending breaking burning, love is asking missing kissing and you don't know what you've been told but someone here is getting sold to lies and and pain, my eyes are sending to my brain images of a broken heart with wings made of flowers from the start. Where Happy goes, no one knows and he don't know what he's been told but someone here is getting sold to all that this cold life is not, to gravity and separate pots, to "let's do this and not get caught." You make life easy, please don't appease me, reveal to me why you want to breathe for me when all I do is think for me and live my life happily. I want the pain and the stress with all the patient duress while I live in Your Love and ask Your forgiveness and I finally know what I've been told but someone here's already sold.

Hands of the Guilty

All my life I’ve run for you,
but I have tripped and fallen too.
I have stumbled and been knocked down to your feet.
I called out to you in my distress,
you heard my plea and then regressed
to the place where I had wandered off the road.

I am not innocent. I am not holy,

So I throw up the hands of the guilty to arms that can hold me.
Don’t let me fall, don’t let me fall away.
These are the prayers of a guilty man to the one with love in his hands.
Don’t let me fall, don’t let me fall away.
Hear my prayer, hear my prayer.

My faith is drenched in blood you bled me
free of all my weakness, free of all my sin.
I work to praise your name, I sing songs to the heavens,
but every word I speak to you is a contradiction.

Hear the prayers of a guilty man to the one with love in his hands.
Don’t let me fall, don’t let me fall away,
as I throw up the hands of the guilty, to arms that can hold me.
Don’t let me fall, don’t let me fall away.
Hear my prayer

Today

I met this day on a lonely road

Between the two places that I call home.

He was waiting there for me –

Testing whether or not I could see

The reason for my coming here

Or the way that I appeared.

I knew not from whence I came,

But that soon was remedied by the same

As I glanced about and knew my place

Beside the shattered human race.

Juxtaposed here I knew that I

Had come from life and was thus to die.

This worried me not, this tragic fate,

Though some would scorn and others hate.

My Father must have sent me here,

Yes, it all becomes quite clear.

This day shall not withhold from me

All fire, earth, or wind or sea.

This day shall take what I cannot keep

But it shall not cause my heart to weep,

For in return humanity may choose

To forever gain what it can never lose.

And that, I think, is greater still

Than living for a heartless thrill.

I shall come back, I am not gone,
I am the now Awakening Dawn.