Did you finally
hear
my actions speak
Louder
Than my heart
Can scream
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In poetic langu…
In poetic language I hear us often speak
banter upon banter of what we could not
convey with little human words
so stanzas pass with very little said.
we let little words spray the page
…little words to trace the way
to my saying she is diamonds
each a hundred thousand cut
casing her incandescence
to see her…my word, is to see her
turning perfect light
into multicolor skies
well I want this light
I want these skies
for the rest of my life
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I wrote once, told friends once
That every moment when I expected I may get that confused looking “youre and idiot” face girls my whole life have been so good at giving; I never once did…Well now that’s all I get, even when I didn’t expect it at all…
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The truth validates itself. A word like “love” has no definite truth outside of “a word that describes our God.”
To claim it, is unlike claiming anything else. It is to claim you desire to imitate that which you do not fully know, but to claim it assumes as ones understanding grows, as does ones actions. This entails every facet and sort of love. Intimate. Brotherly. Parental, etc.
There is a story of two sons, both are told to go work, one says he will while the other says won’t. Yet the one who says he won’t is the only one who does, and Jesus tells us he was the righteous one.
This parable always concerns me… -
With no reason to go out I stay in
because the reasons gone out
were those which if had stayed in
would be here to maybe get me
out from always staying in when
all I have on my mind is
the things I wonder why I’m not out
doing when otherwise caught up in not
something I meant to even stay
in as long as I had been in itbut what will we do to go out now…
my reasons absent I stay in -
we are strangers in familiar bodies
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To the street evangelist
I caution:it is not God vs Mankind
for you yourself would be overrun
found with guilt and exposed with rot,
vile and set to be unwrapped from flesh;
your bones would share a campfire’s sight
of sticks lent up to be heat.But instead it is Us All Together
and not a one with a word or deed
could come at you, come at me,
come at them with brows high
chins upward raised
to offer heed that He comesinstead offer humanity
relate to one-another’s calamity
we are not of unlike blood
while our spirits afresh,
still out bodies wrestle alike;
approach with the good newsleave behind
your conquesting posture. -
you can get up
sit up in bed at night
you don’t have to lay your head
no one said you were okay;
no one finished the Work.
Don’t blame yourself completely
don’t blame them
don’t omit blame completely
don’t omit them
but whatever you do
don’t let it steal
don’t let it
steal it (all) away:all: the golden light of His love which finds our heart when we cannot find it ourselves
all: the memories of long hugs on door steps
recreational painting in the park by her house
Christmas in the bed of a truck greeting January with fireworks from a driveway sofa
seeing her play
seeing her paint
seeing her hold herself up higher than life ever wanted to let her; yet there she stands.
seeing yourself
through her eyes
all: the reasons you’re more than enough
all: the reasons she loved you -
blessings are getting easier to count
at least for me. I never was good with numbers
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It’s not like …
It’s not like you thought;
none of it. Not until you’re staring it down the throat
can you see what’s inside.Boy, you have so much to be proud of
don’t you ever let someone tell you otherwise.
Do those things. Practice them. The things you’re good at: get better at them.
If someone seems better at it, don’t worry,
they’re not. It may appear to be the same skill as yours, but believe it or not, they will never make the exact same paint stroke as you, the same quarter note, the same incomplete sentence, or express a word with the exact same inflection.
Like it or not, everything you do is unique, and no one in this world can match it.Life is gonna come at you hard, and it’s gonna start the war from inside yourself.
It’s gonna be hell kid, and if you don’t know your strengths
you’ll get them all confused with your weaknesses;
you’ll feel useless, and lose every fight to your own white flag.I need you to trust me. There’s something in you
valuable. Something no one else has. Something someone else needs.
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