I set out to get lost one day
If I may
Rely upon the ancient text
It works like this, in retrospect:
I had to run and clear my head
I had to smell the sweet perfume
That lying in my dusty bed
Only led to doubt and gloom
I lept up bright one morning grey
No need for coat or shoes
I lept up at the break of day
My feet, the engines of my muse
I ran to that twisted green
All secret plans absorbed there
From only above could I be seen
Thus safe from idle courtiers
And there in pointless paths
I opened up my heart
And watched it fly away
As birds do with a start
I saw it sit so freely
In the tree above my head
As I continued pacing
Crooked lines of bushy mead
I ran, hands brushing living walls
Turning green as the leaves they kissed
I ran both hidden and exposed
Watching my storm clouds shift
The earth had hugged me oh so well
As I stamped across her moss
And God gifted me with being found
The moment I cried, "I am lost"!
Monday, October 12, 2015
Saturday, May 23, 2015
termini
Spit me out, suck me in
Heavy, breathing human waves
Further down and further in
Where am I going with you, Stranger?
And why does the air smell of danger?
All our beginnings and all of our ends
Meet in this station of enemies and friends
The hunting in the darkness
The groaning of the poor
I hear their spirits cry as
Mine shuffles across the floor
I'm not sad I missed it
I'm not sad to wait
Because here I like to meet the Beast
And greet her face to face
They say that she's eternal
But only God can be
So I look for light in the distance
Swelling into this human sea
Where He hovers, the Great Immutable,
Behind this ever-changing scene.
Heavy, breathing human waves
Further down and further in
Where am I going with you, Stranger?
And why does the air smell of danger?
All our beginnings and all of our ends
Meet in this station of enemies and friends
The hunting in the darkness
The groaning of the poor
I hear their spirits cry as
Mine shuffles across the floor
I'm not sad I missed it
I'm not sad to wait
Because here I like to meet the Beast
And greet her face to face
They say that she's eternal
But only God can be
So I look for light in the distance
Swelling into this human sea
Where He hovers, the Great Immutable,
Behind this ever-changing scene.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
into infinity
I think I cut off all my hair to get a grip on losing things
To beat loss to its nasty grave, catch death before its sting
Cuz you know I’m just like you, made of thick and stubborn skin
I’d rather be self-sufficient than try to fit-in
But I’m sitting here now with hot tears down my neck
Memories a mile a minute—trying to stay in check
My Filippo will learn the lesson early: we can’t hold forever the people we love most
But bloodline-spiritline-storyline remain our silent host
How I loved going to bed when you put me to bed
Last night I would have returned the favor instead
But I heard you breathing, the phone resting on your chest
And Grandpa said you smiled, somehow you gave me your best
But you always did, so it wasn't a surprise
My years founded on your prayers and sacrifice
I promise I’ll have trumpets at my wedding, maybe even a door that’s red
I’ll save your mother’s teacups, I’ll treasure the things you said
Though last time you said nothing, you only gripped my hand
Clenched it so tightly, my young bones at your frail command
I cried my way through security
In hazy, dreamlike absurdity
I cried my way across ocean and sea
Everyone a little too nice to me
I remember times when it had been easier to go
You were just a ferry away, we'd play with gingerbread and snow
But this time was different, we both knew
I felt like I was abandoning you
Oh when we love!--when we love, we love hard
But we can't out-love Love, no matter how scarred
Because He loved us first
He gave us this thirst
For surrendering all
We learn to fly in the fall
I know you are finally waking—from the sleep that we called Life
And I long to be as alive as you, and free from earthly strife
But our days are engraven in eternity
And I'll honor each into infinity
As you showed me how
Unto Jesus now
To beat loss to its nasty grave, catch death before its sting
Cuz you know I’m just like you, made of thick and stubborn skin
I’d rather be self-sufficient than try to fit-in
But I’m sitting here now with hot tears down my neck
Memories a mile a minute—trying to stay in check
My Filippo will learn the lesson early: we can’t hold forever the people we love most
But bloodline-spiritline-storyline remain our silent host
How I loved going to bed when you put me to bed
Last night I would have returned the favor instead
But I heard you breathing, the phone resting on your chest
And Grandpa said you smiled, somehow you gave me your best
But you always did, so it wasn't a surprise
My years founded on your prayers and sacrifice
I promise I’ll have trumpets at my wedding, maybe even a door that’s red
I’ll save your mother’s teacups, I’ll treasure the things you said
Though last time you said nothing, you only gripped my hand
Clenched it so tightly, my young bones at your frail command
I cried my way through security
In hazy, dreamlike absurdity
I cried my way across ocean and sea
Everyone a little too nice to me
I remember times when it had been easier to go
You were just a ferry away, we'd play with gingerbread and snow
But this time was different, we both knew
I felt like I was abandoning you
Oh when we love!--when we love, we love hard
But we can't out-love Love, no matter how scarred
Because He loved us first
He gave us this thirst
For surrendering all
We learn to fly in the fall
I know you are finally waking—from the sleep that we called Life
And I long to be as alive as you, and free from earthly strife
But our days are engraven in eternity
And I'll honor each into infinity
As you showed me how
Unto Jesus now
Friday, February 14, 2014
talitha cumi (before you). a song.
Before you I was never really awake
Before you there were shadows I couldn't chase
I was like a note searching for a song
A ghost too many nights trying to belong
Before you I was a heart trying not to beat
Before you just a treasure lost at sea
How I did resent my wandering feet!
Body full of fear at your hunt of me
But you took my corpse in your hands
Shouted and danced
Talitha Cumi! rpt x2
Before you I lie flat upon my face
Blinded by the light inside this place
Heart beats to the rhythm of your song
I crawl inside your scars and call them my home
Before you I am freed from my slavery!
Before you all my shadows wail and flee
I burn like incense consumed by fire
Awake my soul--awake my desire
And take my corpse in your hands
Shout Lord and dance singing
Talitha Cumi!...
Before you there were shadows I couldn't chase
I was like a note searching for a song
A ghost too many nights trying to belong
Before you I was a heart trying not to beat
Before you just a treasure lost at sea
How I did resent my wandering feet!
Body full of fear at your hunt of me
But you took my corpse in your hands
Shouted and danced
Talitha Cumi! rpt x2
Before you I lie flat upon my face
Blinded by the light inside this place
Heart beats to the rhythm of your song
I crawl inside your scars and call them my home
Before you I am freed from my slavery!
Before you all my shadows wail and flee
I burn like incense consumed by fire
Awake my soul--awake my desire
And take my corpse in your hands
Shout Lord and dance singing
Talitha Cumi!...
Monday, July 15, 2013
'so...you're staying another year'
Up and down
Slowly
Up and down
Her lungs heave
Like a wave her olive skin ripples
That peeling, soft, transparent cage
That's treated her so well with age
It would seem she was forgotten
In the quiet of the dark
In the company of the TV
Voices buzzing in the air
As if skin and bones were there
When only skin and bone-clad spirit
Is upstairs in the leather chair
Look in the doorway, Grandma
There hovers my ghost
She doesn't say a word
She doesn't speak with those
She speaks a language spoken with
Her head, her hands, her toes
She'll crawl up on your mossy bed
It won't matter who's alive or dead
She loves you, that spirit
I love you, I said!
And I hope you grow more alive with age
As you die to yourself
As you abandon the world
As your skin turns eternal
And your spirit meets mine
And you're never alone
For the Holy Fire
Burns
In your dark
Slowly
Up and down
Her lungs heave
Like a wave her olive skin ripples
That peeling, soft, transparent cage
That's treated her so well with age
It would seem she was forgotten
In the quiet of the dark
In the company of the TV
Voices buzzing in the air
As if skin and bones were there
When only skin and bone-clad spirit
Is upstairs in the leather chair
Look in the doorway, Grandma
There hovers my ghost
She doesn't say a word
She doesn't speak with those
She speaks a language spoken with
Her head, her hands, her toes
She'll crawl up on your mossy bed
It won't matter who's alive or dead
She loves you, that spirit
I love you, I said!
And I hope you grow more alive with age
As you die to yourself
As you abandon the world
As your skin turns eternal
And your spirit meets mine
And you're never alone
For the Holy Fire
Burns
In your dark
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
(sub)urban panic
A city life in a small town street
Too fast a rythm for a steady beat
That looks inside windows
And sees behind doors
And gossips as the cobblestones
Brush whispers 'cross the floors
It feels a bit like biting
It feels a bit insane
The cities are for hiding
But here they know my name
And they speak it with their foreign sounds
And they chase me like a pack of hounds
Too fast a rythm for a steady beat
That looks inside windows
And sees behind doors
And gossips as the cobblestones
Brush whispers 'cross the floors
It feels a bit like biting
It feels a bit insane
The cities are for hiding
But here they know my name
And they speak it with their foreign sounds
And they chase me like a pack of hounds
Saturday, March 30, 2013
crawl back
I feel like crawling back into her womb
Where I was wrapped in dark unconsciousness
Where I was only my Maker's
But I only know how to leave my homes
Except my skin and its aging restlessness
Until He calls me back
I'm a hider
I need shelter
I need covering
Cocoon
Wrap me gently
Resurrect me
From my dark
And lonely tomb
Where I was wrapped in dark unconsciousness
Where I was only my Maker's
But I only know how to leave my homes
Except my skin and its aging restlessness
Until He calls me back
I'm a hider
I need shelter
I need covering
Cocoon
Wrap me gently
Resurrect me
From my dark
And lonely tomb
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