The color blue is popular
it rhymes with everything
except for poodle, puddle, noodle,
car, and griffin wing

coincidence does not come
no man can thwart your plan
my life is not my own and yet
i fight you for this day

I wonder why we would want
to move the mountains, she said
if we had the faith to shift them
would we leave them instead?
If faith can walk on water
and love can take the fear from death
how is it that I think that I
must hold to ev’ry breath?

“All My Own Stunts”

You always were the perfect child
perfect figure, perfect face
Perfect A's
throughout high school

Would I want your life
Not for a minute
If you want my life
well, you can be in it

I do all my own stunts
ride my own rollercoaster
travel shore to shore
like that girl on the poster
I do all my own stunts
played with a fire or two
I do all my own stunts
Come and try a few

I’ve charged into a waterfall
Dove o’er the edge,
went hiking in the rain
Touched my lips to the ledge..

– to be continued

settle my heart
steady my hand
find a place and come in to land
seems so simple
seems so plain
I still pitch my tent on sand

no kiss at the airport
no touch beside the bed
no whispered affection
among the words they said

he didn’t even know her
thought she was some friend of mine
she’s never been to his apartment
it’s going on month nine

they were wed
twenty-five years ago
but somewhere they lost the fire
started dying with each other

Their daughter states her vows
a union carved by grace
bands wrapped round her finger
a smile upon her face

as his eyes are upon her
she wonders where he’s gone
calls to mind their stated promises
perhaps its been too long

they were wed
twenty-five years ago
but somewhere they lost the fire
started dying with each other

– to be continued…

Waterfalls of praise
fall at your feet
Waterfalls of praise
words I cannot speak
fall from my lips
around your throne
through your Spirit
interceed
with groans
words cannot express
Waterfalls of praise
fall down before your throne

One man's vision
a woman's dream
and you do not despise me
but hold me chaste
now our paths are taken
now I must hold you lost
until you come again

no more poems will be written in your name

I look at you and feel nothing
numb
Not even a shred of knowledge
recognition
Of hurt or love or passion
I look at you
and know nothing
of the ‘man’ you have become
I read your words
and know they could have been mine
written for me
in different tine and meter
I see your poems
- and nothing comes -
your soul
- and I walk away -

There was a time I loved you
would have cared for you more than
life itself
cried for you and broke my heart
that you might heal
There was a time I knew you
and cared
now e’en your memory dies

There is a need
an aching rawness
a bitterness
a pain and
hurt
I cannot comfort
There is a need
and aching rawness
a bitterness
a deepest
wound
only You can heal
There is a need
for You

There are words for this
     but i do not know them
There are cries for this
     but my heart cannot collect
The sobbings and swellings and
     tears
The emotion that gathers at the door
There are words for this
     but i do not know them

wanting tonight
crying for words that have no sound
my heart an aching, rusting hole
i’m not sure if it’s there anymore
all purity lost long ago
washed away in the waves

beckon me, please call me back
I cannot be but yours
my lover
whose image I bear
in whose arms I find
refuge i come
run
to the one who holds the heavens
in whose heart I find solace
sanctuary
hide
from the one who
would strip it all away