17. Blood

"I like blood a lot."
"WHAT!?" "Not coming out, silly--
Can't live without it!"

16. Questioning

Why do waves
at the beach
roll, crash, tug
in some strange rhythm?
Why isn’t the moon
blue,
like the rest of the sky?
Why do we like stars
so much?
Do puppies dream?
What’s with
dreams,
anyway?
Why do we climb trees
and try to build
houses in them?
Where did
the dinosaurs all go?
Why is the world
so
completely
obsessed
with beauty?

I wonder.

15. Silence

Hello my little brother
the world's gone gray tonight
as far as I can tell
there's not another soul in sight

and you're so still.

won't you smile again?
i remember it was like a sparkling light
(though i didn't know it then)
but even you've gone gray tonight

and you're so ashen.

i wish you'd talk to me
your mind and mouth reunite

but your silence only seals
my aching heart
for i'm the only life here tonight

and you're so cold.

14. Smile

Across from me,
lips part,
curve upwards at the corners
cheeks are pushed back
lines and tiny dents appear
teeth show the slightest bit
and
a little twinkle appears in the eyes--

Quite
suddenly

I feel warm and fuzzy.

13. Misfortune

There’s really no such thing

you know.

Perhaps if there was such a thing
as fortune
then we could say
that when it is thwarted,
mis-
fortune
comes about.
but what would fortune be?
just what seems good to us?

that’s a bit sad,
if you think about it.

we judge events
based on what seems
beneficial
to us, or what seems
detrimental--
and we call it fortune
and misfortune.

what if misfortune
turns out to be good after all?
then it was fortune all along,
right?

you see,
I’d rather not think that way.
Not to see everything
in the light of what it does for me
Not to take all that comes
as mere chance
that I must follow as best I can
or struggle against with all my might--
I prefer to know that
My Father runs the world,
is completely in control of everything
and always has been,
and since He loves me and makes
all things for my good
(what wonder that He should!)
no matter how it seems to me at the time,

then all is fortune to me,
because all is good for me.

So, mis-
fortune?
There’s really no such thing,
you know.

12. Insanity

When I move, I fly. I think it’s easier than walking
Electrons tell me stories ‘cause I listen when they’re talking
I like building monasteries--look, the ghosts are coming!
Everywhere I go, it seems the ground is always humming
I think it’s just the Under-People hacking to the top-ground
But I don’t really care ‘cause that’s a less important sound
Than the telepathic aliens who tell me what to do
They’re nice and never fail to show me how to find a clue
And though they think my eyes should be a little bit more red
I can’t decide between them, or the Monkey, when I’m dead
I think that turkeys hate me and that’s why they are so ugly
They always eat my tongue and then they stalk off oh-so-smugly

I bet you think I’m weird just ‘cause I’m special, can’t you see
It irks me when you call this gift of mine insanity.

11. Memory

Looking through a photo-book
And finding ages past
Those times seemed not so long ago--
I guess they flew real fast.
My face is longer (so’s my hair)
And now I’m kind of tall
And now I find it weird to think
That I was e’er that small.

10. Breathe Again

only silence reigns
til urgency compels him
we exhale, then gasp


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9. Drive

breathless, speeding on

suddenly, he takes the wheel

(she is in labor)

8. Innocence

Sometimes we wish for it to go
Sometimes we wish it'd come.
It's never fully there inside,
But there was always some.
Sometimes it slowly melts away
Its manner long and drawn
Sometimes, abrupt, it vanishes
And in one breath is gone.
We find we cannot hold it fast
It cannot help but flee

Yet innocence dwelt in the Son
Who died in place of me.

7. Heaven

he ran away, long ago
but now he’s coming back
trudging up the dusty road
thoughts chasing themselves
around
and
around
as he tries to think of what to say

Father--
I am sorry?
no, that won’t work.
Father--
I’ve sinned against you?
better.
but still not quite right.
Father--

he realizes,
his sin was greater than he thought
not just against his father
but first
foremost

against heaven.

Father--
I have sinned against heaven
and before you
I am no longer worthy
to be called your son
Treat me as one of your...
hired servants.

satisfied, he rehearses it
perfects it
(or so he thinks)
and trudges onward.

6. Break Away

he ran away, long ago
told his father
he wished he was dead
took his inheritance
everything he had
and journeyed far

now he asks himself
why?

wasn’t it better back there?

so now he rises from the mud
pushes through the grunting hogs
tells the farmer,
I’m going home.

He runs homeward,
unsure of what will be his welcome
but knowing anything
even being a servant
in his father’s house
is better than the pigsty.

5. Seeking Solace

he ran away, long ago
told his father
he wished he was dead
took his inheritance
everything he had
and journeyed far

he looked for pleasure
squandered recklessly
whirled from
party to party
was drunk on more than wine

but it couldn’t last forever

his money was gone.
a famine came.
suddenly, he didn’t know what to do.

he wallowed in mud and shame,
seeking to forget
to find solace in mindless drudgery

nothing satisfied,
not even the pods the pigs ate.

4. Dark

They creep
Crawl
open eyes that never saw
To blink,
Once,
Twice,
then to close them again.
They wail
in silence
open mouths that never spoke
To taste,
Nothing.
Their bodies
full of slime
Mold

They cannot be saved
not brought from their darkness

For light will only kill.

3. Light

before dusk--

sunlight
finds its way through billowing clouds
over emerald hills
and one tree, standing alone
turns brilliant:

golden, glowing
dark here, shining there
shadows slanting out behind.
just for a moment,
magic
glimmers through the air
just for a moment,
I almost believe
Nature speaks
just for a moment,
beauty is manifest
harmony reigns

all on account of
one angled ray of
sunlight.

2. Love

He carried our sorrows, our sickness and pain.
We scorned Him, and beat Him, and killed Him that day.
He lived without blame, on His heart was no stain.
We mocked Him, and filthy we went on our way.
He warned us of wrath that we one day must face.
We laughed and ignored him, refused to obey.
He spoke of a kingdom, a wonderful place.
We shouted in anger, were eager to slay. 

He came on a mission, sent down from above
He bled and He died, and His blood removed strife
Thus by this alone do we truly know love:
For us, wretched sinners, He laid down His life.

1. Introduction

This blog is going to be about--
No.
In this blog, I will--
No. 
The purpose of this blog is--
No. 

I won't start like that.

flowing straight from my mind
a fleeting thought
captured
wrestled into words (oh so limiting)
tied down
but then set free.

for when you read this,
when you let it flow
through your mind,
it enters you
(plus thousands others
as long as the words prevail)
and dwells there,
if only for a time.

thus
this is me
a tiny part.

Welcome.