Wednesday, July 9, 2008

With this Pen

"Granted this talk Unusual"

Granted this talk unusual,
Surplus of my mouth.
It overflows and spills anew,
These torrents old and new.

Granted this talk goes on and on,
But reaction to anxieties mound.
If I were silent I would explode,
And in my own I'd drown.

But cautions not my tale,
I'd rather walk the edges than in the center fail.
So, granted this talk unusual,
I suppose it's all okay,
Cause someday it won't matter,
For in my talk I'll lay.

"She Says"

"I'm going away," she says.
"Where no one will every find me," she infers.
But in her mind she knows that she won't stumble far from home.

She says, "I feel a push and pull."
And states, "I don't know why."
But in her heart she knows its because her heart is neither far nor nigh.

"I hate and yet I love," she says.
"Confused, I truly am," she proclaims.
But in her soul she knows that she is saved and bound for day.

So though she says and states and infers and even at times proclaims,
She truly knows it is all just fine no matter what the pain.

"It Is"

It is funny,
I love you more than you will every know,
And every winter I sit and wait for you as the falling of the snow.
I hoped you would return with love inside your heart,
But something held you back, away, you left a lonely part.

I tried to say "goodbye" to you,
But your face it clouds my mind,
And when I try to sleep at night in my thoughts you are entwined.

It is funny how I feel this way,
For a man I hardly know,
You come around as often as the falling of new snow.

You emptied out your pockets for a coin you thought was love,
But then you were mistaken by a child from up above,
Children won't be bought for trinkets or shiny toys,
They need their parents hearts and love to teach them how to fly.

So when you decide to open up,
To share with me your life,
I cannot guarantee that I will be here,
Waiting with all this strife.

"With this Pen"

A pen and paper shall be the way I clear my mind to free the day.
And when at night I feel consumed by this ink release is coming soon.
And by God's grace a prayer I write a time to breathe this freedom life.




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