Ok, I probably won't be writing for a while, and if I do, I most likely won't post it. I'm going to be spending almost all of my free time for the next few days, perhaps weeks, listening to my God and Father for His plan in some areas of my life. I will repost as soon as He begins to work some things out in me.

Friday Night Vision

curl back your lips
let me feel your smile

close your eyes
hold in the mysteries of the world

put my hands on your cheeks
we'll ignore the winds of struggle

put your hands on mine
give me strength again

giggle silently
I promise ill hear it

curl your nose into my neck
make me whole again

pray with me
We'll worship Him together...

into eternity.

Dream Catcher

I stayed in bed till 1:00 today,


just because I dreamt of you.

Archipelago of Kisses

So I broke a rule, this isn't one of mine (though I wish it was), it's one I like a lot by Jeffery McDaniel


The Archipelago of Kisses
Jeffery McDaniel

We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you're sixteen it's easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There's the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what? Don't invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey.
It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

Songs of Seattle

I see Seattle in your eyes,

and though the wind blows I am distracted by your lips
which tune the city lights out of view
and make centuries long for just one more sunrise.

And we walk down fourth street,
kind of holding hands with three tiny fingers just
barely clinging on as they sway back and forth.

I raise my eyes to greet you on my left
and you do the same to your right,

you smile

and then you gently let go,
giving me the chance to start all over again.

Now I climb these city walls like Spiderman on skyscrapers,
just to find you,
alone in the middle of me.
You're mere essence the taste of my persistent and passionate prayers
to the time you throw back your hair and I want to catch 100 cabs
just to cruise the curves
of your neck.

Chamomile is now the fragrance that I cling to,
sniffing the clouds that cover this city, but on this day
they rest and let the sun play.

Your lips are his sandbox,
your cheek bones, his great adventure,
and your eyebrows, his dream of growing up to become a man
and growing to know the truth...

that God is alive,
and in this city He rest,

in the quintessence of your existence.

He finds pleasure in loving your name
and passing that love to me to give it back again.

So now I run,
and I walk,
and I even begin to crawl,

searching every street sign,
every bar and coffee house
every bum and every grandfather,
each suburban home of this urban paradise
to learn all I can of this beautiful place,

so that when I see you I can say

"God is here,
and i see Seattle in your eyes."

Angel in the Night

In my Most Naked Spirit
Ive thrown away my phone,
stuck with thinking every call will turn up
your name.

And it churns,
sifting the pages, each wish
catches tail wind and forgets to take
the glass slipper with it.

Because I once looked in a crowded room,
covered from ceiling dust to panel creaks,
but only one light stood shining.
One square couldn't...and wouldn't leave my eye.

She was the only star that came out that night.
The rest hid in their clouds,
shamed by her innocence.

And right then I only wanted Antigone to lower me a camera
so that I might have something to rest with
giving me truth until grey hairs pluck my sanity.

And I wish I were more artistic.
Then, perhaps, I would have something worth offering her, this single twilight.

Perhaps I will struggle at a painting.
For I would spend a lifetime getting this portrait right,
just so I could hold her for a little longer...

...my Angel in the Night.

Perfect in her story...

...my Angel in the Night.


My Angel in the Night.

Wind Break

Have you ever watched the water as the wind changed?
as if an angel came down and breathed into it
because now it has life, like
an exhalation of destiny flowing from me the first time I saw you today

and now I am here wishing you were beside me because
somehow you just seem to make the water not so cold.

And it leaves me forced to stand, staring at her, but thinking of you.
And though her legs may give Greek Goddesses their jealousy
it has always been you that my heart was created for out of thunder.

And your eyes, a touch of green serenity, take me
to the forest of eternity where we run through the branches
singing to the leaves and holding our daughter's hands in our own.

it was for this purpose We were created

For You

you would stand behind a veil
concealing wild white horses, swaying limbs of evergreen, and mystereyes wrapped in song
then your peach ripened lips began molding your fingers to form this very parable

you always found your way to follow me home
where you would rest in my dreams.
where Christ Himself must have been crucified to shred that hidden veil
and fulfill the predestined prophecy known as you and me

and now we dance more perfectly than waterfalls in spring
we sing more harmoniously than the morning birds of sunrise
backwards or forwards holds little prayers with us
for our love scribbles jealousy on the hearts of all who dare to see.

one day dreams will be reality
our sleep will become destiny
i will wake in the morning
and with you in my hands we will write joy on their doorsteps...

until then dear little one,
come with me, and we will dream some more

Here we Go

So this is definitely my first blog. Kinda not experienced with this stuff but wanted a way to put my poetry and random thoughts in one place and this is better than Facebook and allows more stuff than Twitter. Let me know what you like, dont like, and couldnt care less about. PLEASE BE HONEST, i dont get my feelings hurt easily. thanks