Thursday, June 4, 2009

(v1)
i see you in my dreams
you speak while i'm asleep
and i am unaware
of your hands wrapped around me
Ooh, ooh

(v2)
you catch my tears before i weep
you know my thoughts before i speak
though i'm hardly a man of you
you're still the God of me
ooh, oh
ooh, oh You are always good
You are always good

(ch)
and i rest in the hands
that stretched out the skies
and i am
held by the love that came down to die
and i am
here in your arms, they're always oped wide
i don't know why...
You are always good.

(v3)
you tore open the skies
it was finished when you died
and the blood bled from your hands
can wash the blood off mine
ooh, oh
ooh, oh You are always good
You are always good

(ch)
and i rest in the hands
that stretched out the skies
and i am
held by the love that came down to die
and i am
here in your arms, they're always oped wide
i don't know why...
You are always good.
(repeat)

hook:
you are always good
your love is always strong
you raise the dead to walk
you fill the mute with song
shelter for the poor
refuge for the weak
God of us in much
God of us in need
when the clouds let loose
when the oceans roar
i will be with you
embraced above the storm
though the nations rage
you are on your throne
and when the kingdoms fall
i'll be still and know... You are always good.

prodigal me

(V1)
brother forget what we said and regret
the time that we fell through the wall
brother regret that we don't talk
don't know each other at all

and i'll pull the knife from my side

i'll pull your lamb from the slaughter
and i'll add this to list of things
that i keep from your daughter

(Chorus)
with the streetlight kiss and the burn in her lips
and the things i don't say will stay that way
and i'll tell Father it's not His fault

the machine that i'm speaking to
will run out of tape soon
but with what little room i'll say
when you get to heaven be sure to call

(V2)
brother come home and we'll run down the road
past the gate and we will embrace
Father's ring on your finger, His robe on your back
and we'll celebrate
and i won't complain, nor hesitate to let you hold your child
with a smile her face, sorrows erase
we've missed you all the while

(Ch.)
with the streetlight kiss and the burn in her lips
and the things i don't say will stay that way
and i'll tell Father it's not His fault

the machine that i'm speaking to
will run out of tape soon
but with what little room i'll say
when you get to heaven be sure to call

(Ch. part two)
are we satellite hearts
are we just falling stars
i don't know where you are and i don't need
to give you my reasons just thought i'd call

so consider this Icarus,
visceral wishing that you would just come down
not every angel has to fall...

Friday, April 24, 2009

the heavens birthed romance
viewed through emerald eyes
he smiles, she sighs
in too many tries at substance
i'm here the stuff of fiction
unpleasant reveries
selling out the best of me for blistering impermanence
like chasing fallen angels
hoping if this icharus gets burned enough times
one day i'll be consumed
and write her name on the sun
and if i die trying
at least i'll die for something
and something is better the empty skyed nights
spent in transient castles
me in ephemoral rapture and no one to stare at these stars with

tears in the viridian
feels like it's her again
my hurricane hope for calmer waters
and a broken daughter

i only want the wind to stop.
fall dead to the ground
and the only sounds these dreary nights make
are the whispers of God to my heart, my soft spoken stalemate

Monday, April 20, 2009

chroma

can you just give me something?
_____________________(summed up to nothing)
give me something that will (you) be there when i wake up(?)
______________(summer glow still blushing)
give me something that creeps past the cracks of these closed eyelids

makes it's bed in their green placid pools

and i've yet to steep these tepid feet into anything so emerald

i don't know where we left off last

the BACK AND FORTH

(rotary blades)

BACK AND FORTH

(and it's over we say)

BACK AND FORTH

(but we're older we pray)


{peace that passes my understanding of this fallen kingdom's culture}

-all i ask is innocence-

some visceral wishing

we could spread forever

so thin and

impermanent

-human and satisfied-

i hold out for truth and

settle for transient castles

at home on the wind

moved at the caprice of a less god imposter

i'm not where i ought be

i've forgotten our calling

all to often we soften these hearts' heaven forged iron

in the chests of flesh frail

paint the walls viridian dismal

lucid love drug into our beds and into our heads

[God have mercy on us]

we cherish them

shame on you.

shame on me.

the shadowy seas and swallowed each storm

with subconcious subjective

unrelenting love

icannotchangeyou

Thursday, March 12, 2009

untitled with an unimportant number attached #78

it's raining.
it's a good rain.
affably happening on the dry, desirous ground held agog in heaven's tears.
to it's thirst: unaware en masse
here holding you
pull you into my chest
lay your hands on my heart
feel the infrequent beats when you're near.
your fingers warm on my frozen bones brittle.
cradled in the palms of pursuit.
this proximity like a ticking clock
a dripping faucet
the pumping pulse you're holding.
you told me so i tasted
and you've never been this good and somehow always were. will be.
will we again tomorrow?

untitled with an unimportant number attached #3

the walls of these eyes have never held back so hard
as You are just that beautiful.
staring sincerity eternal through a finite frame
i'm only moments from flooding the world.
start all this over so i can say with truth that no one else could love someone as much as i.
You.
no one's fell this hard.
no one's felt this heart. the infrequent beats .
the notes that repeat. reverberate off the closet halls and cathedral small spaces
no face has stolen night's sleep like You've stolen from me.
and i just wanted to tell You something no one's said before.
something ~lovelily objective~

Thursday, February 19, 2009

a demon dreaming

it's a dry, wintertide night,
twined tight in Abbadon
enfolded in embers and bedsheets.
ash falling gently
coiled cascading spirals meet the ground down around me sleeping,
cradled delicate in death's clement bed, glowing,
my scaly armored arm and claw holding close to my pillow.
i dreamt, that eve, of the hell above me.
a pale greyscape with grey shapes, bleak and bleary eyed world
where fate's fallen daughters martyr their problems.
nowhere was on fire. everywhere was burning.
the turning of their seasons rained down the nuts and bolts holding heaven together.
tepid, i trudged weary, war-torn feet past
the desolate,
the desperate,
the hesitant,
but all of them the same.
the space between Savior and sinner never felt so asunder
with none in the gap so i stood there in an abandoned ossuary,
as God's groping, hoping eyes scanned the last of the sorrowed soil.
now bleeding beneath me the dry dirt lost its thirst in the flood that formed.
i looked up to see heaven's lament.
tears in the eyes of the bravest of angels.
these holy cold halcyons hailed down from the hallowed ones
so i set down on a tombstone and watched the world end with the sunset.
the horizon so heavy,
i wanted to ask God what had happened,
but we're not supposed to do that.

i'd never seen such dismal dead moments.
the river styx sung sweeter hymns than the stinging silence that me there.
me
, a demon.
me, a pathetic hellion stranded in purgatory couldn't fathom what these beasts were doing.

the cemetery: empty
except for me there..

no mourners.
no weeping.
no person keeping vigil over
the tiny saints
in shallow graves
swallowed up in death's early mouth.

(and to think we're the ones out to steal souls)


sitting amongst the still-born cherubim,
the unbirthed someones of the world all at rest
innocent of the blood stains on humanity's hands
as they slept there in unheavenly pieces.
peaceless; i'd never been so confused.
my cracked, wretched skeleton never felt,
never sung the psalm pumped through a beating heart.
and beneath these brittle ribs
no lungs exist but even i know life is precious.
yet i'm stuck in revery,
lost in the nightmare of a world that would suffocate that which the Divine breathed LIFE into.
i could feel hell's burning hunger,
the fire starving for atrocities like it's never tasted... like this.

i don't know how long i stayed there.
sitting in the grey rain,
on a grey grave in a grey place that used to know black from white.

my feet,
tail,
talons
all covered in mud
& the heavens above
just kept pouring.
& i saw walking toward me
the sillhouette of the Someone holding something.
Someone holding flowers, probably intended for the dead person i'm perched on.
and He stumbled closer, not even noticing me,
the mercy-filled-holes in His hands dripping in the storm of angels' affliction.


i've seen Jesus weep.
i've seen Jesus bleed.
i heard when He said,
"let the children come to me"
i was there.
but i never fathomed the father heart
of this melancholy Messiah
falling on it's knees
crying out for the weak like this.
had i the torrents of emotion, feeling or fervor,
i'd have been moved too.
i would have drawn damnation's sword,
avenged these slaughtered lambs.
had i the heaven's hands i'd hold back Azrael's arms, avid,
but i haven't.

there's. nothing. i could do.
this chimera had cornered me.
it was all apparition anyway. couldn't be real.
but when the prostrate Savior cried out,
every crawlspace in heaven rended,
all hell's holocaust a s c E N d e d
and the static of their screaming set my ears to bleeding
so i woke up.

this seamless dream ripped open hope by the night's placid vigil
i gathered in the tinder, pulled bed blankets close, and lifted
tattered bony fingers, flipped over the pillow so i could lie down and rest my head on the cool side.