Things They Ask the Lord

Trust not a fool with his heart

You’ve given him to love

He not even ties his shoes

Tripping over them in place

But if you take away at once

His pathways into the pour

What does he stand to gather

Truer hearts are forged hot

From midsts of ships that sink

Glory is not wishes granted and,

Glue is prettier than painted glass

One man sees only tears felled

And not the joy bridled face

Awakening into the Sun of morn

Time whispers of dreamers’ lives

Though no record exists of the end

Alas, he’s not just a regular Jack

Chasing away after a tiara’d Jill

He only measures his today

 Tomorrow is very fluid, still

Look at the Time

Some days I sit still waiting in my chair,
For the glue to come apart, unraveled
That which holds me together on days,
When I have forgotten about the fight
The good one that I was sure i trudged,
Only to think back and wonder were it so
Seemingly, every corner is darkened,
As if the light were hiding upon the fringe
And I thought it a good place to rest,
If just for a little while until the glue dries
Then I can go out again and remember,
What it was I had been doing before
When I found myself in such a state again,
I'll use a box of thumbtacks, assorted colors
To pin back my worries for when I'm older,
Better equipped to deal with misunderstandings
Or wave a white flag at life's bitter truths,
Whichever helps on a particular day
Acceptance of what I have not found to change,
Not clutching ideals in a balmy, shaking fist
Just breathing, Letting in and letting go,
Minutes converted to hours, days down the road
Livers keep on living despite slipping ships,
Sailed a sea by dreamers looking for a coast
Home is not your pile of useless bits of junk,
Its where your heart sleeps naked, unafraid of cold

The Apprehension of... Oh So Many Things

They have no proof that

Closed doors open

But a heart on fire

Rages like a hungry lion

Fierce and Fearless

Defenseless to itself

Each minute leaves them

Clawing at a sack

Wet paper, stronger

Than a Northeasterly wind

Do wish it were known

How they came to be this way

Reasons pretended upon

Test answers changed 

Comic, epic blunders 

 The worse that are made

Were there a magic door

And they walked away

Still would they wish upon

A path into the rain

Every good thunderstorm

Contains a hidden dance

Conversations and Chess

An imperfect, beautiful bliss

Of no concern are they

How they sound aloud

Heartbeats and how they feel

Overshadows rationale

Were it a thought

A  dream

Even a passing wind

Notions and Promises, Things

They thought they said

Time is

The silent pillager

Of moments left undone

They make today their only

Because tomorrow

Will come too late

Speaking out

What they mean to say

Evening is already become

 Such a faded haze

They are unapologetic

Without regard for change

 They take the road untraveled

Running because they can

Before sunrise catches them

They will have a chance to land

If Handguns Were Hand Grenades

If I could make anything,
I would make it late September
Autumnal colors bold and thick
If I could play any song,
I'd play one to remember
Some melody that would stick

If I understood anything,
I would understand the fall
Not go flailing against the wind
If I understood any words,
I would understand them all
Note which way the road would bend

If I were to say anything,
I would speak words not yet spoken
No thing cunning or brilliant, only beautiful
If I were to follow any road
I would follow the one that opens
At where words stop, and laughter is full

If I were to love anything,
I would love where i felt most full
A comfortable space for my heart's refresh
If I were to love anyone,
I would love without following rules
The woman who best understands my beautiful mess

Circled Truths, Past Presents, Clarity and Remission

I did not rent this car                                          [declaration]
I was not going out of state                                     [expectation]
Never did I wander too far                                  [intention]
Must be someone else's fate                                     [perception]

"There must be some mistake"
"Only there isn't, sir"
"I did not order this"
"It comes with it dear"

Don't want wish know think                                     [fallible]
Trust in no pleasurable whim                                      [safe]
Become paper, why ever not                                     [practical]
Blank is your only escape                                           [singular]

"I'm sorry that I ruined forever"
"Eternity isn't at harm now"
"But I destroyed time "
"You are a dot, a blip, a path"

Echoes are a terrible invention                                  [hypothesis]
Sound trapped on a static reel                                      [explanation]
Riff, Chorus, Riff, Repeat                                        [output]
Memorex makes memories fake                                   [observation]

"So there was hope once?"
"There was..."
"Where did the road go?"
"Back into the sand..."

Nightmares printed on lids                                           [fearful]  
Fragmented files of read-only memory                             [trapped]
If letting go was like breathing                                     [futile]
Madness becomes fossil fuel                                           [notwithstanding]

"Its not that i want it this way"                                 
"Then quit holding on to closed roads"
"Its not that easy you see"
"I don't understand your meaning"
"My heart made promises it means to keep"

A man finds faith upon his falling down                          [grace]
But Spirituality is war to a hopeless dreamer                       [obstacle]
Surrender and asking back, Cake of consumption            [desire]
Like weary children,  confused by promises                       [reality]

"Would you die for your dreams?"
"I don't know what you'd like me to say"
"I'm asking you about the truth"
"I believe in all roads, even of a time forgot"

The lost wait in abandoned stations                                 [hopeful]
Old souls in what they hope to find                                     [relentless]
Sinners pray no less than anyone                                    [pragmatic]       
Dreamers are of another kind                                              [endless]

Prelude to Clarity

Those who live nice lives
Often own iced knives
In their back for their comforts
Mortal glory, False trumpets
Bring me into dirt instead
Squelch all my trials dead
Open me a book of life
Write down upon it my strife
But not for me do I keep
Only death did I once speak
So now place me behind the Cross
To which inside, put my loss
A Trader upon many shores
I became liar, thief, and worse
My parts, became like death and rust
Wounded settler of sex and lust
Give me now, unto my King
To fix away my oft broken wings
Take this world of lies away
A Shepherd risen, Demons slayed
How fast dreams do change, true
I thought always I would chase you
A dreamer doesn't not age forever
Only his dreams are washed new in rivers
And the trumpet sounded at day's end
 Eternal call, where the world begins