The puzzle pieces

She woke again, reminding me,
“I’m not hard hearted.”
I see the face of those in need,
And long that they be comforted.

I long, not only that others
Will come, but churn with desire
To come myself to my brothers,
To deny my own hearts sire.

But the twist in a deep found root,
Twists deeper in guilt as I stay
And taunts recent purchase of boots,
When one starves now, how dare you play?

The nauseating rise of twist
Inside consumes for a moment,
Breath clenched in cruel conscience’s fist,
Haunts rise from the deepest hell sent.

And in the chant of demon night
I see the flames flash and consume,
And the evil of the dance in sight,
I recall the work i should resume.

And in perserverance He comes
Again to ignite the mystery,
That if one does what one true loves,
Each needs place will be found in Me.

For the one of all time, knows all
That needs and gives each one a call.

The Long Lost Love

Penelope glides across a railing
As she watches the tumultuous sea.
Cloud masses rise above, pierced as lightning
Cuts across the night’s looming ebony.

As her blackened hair turns, sad eyes appear,
And gaze into the distance wistfully,
For the long lost love who had once been here,
But had sailed these long years restlessly.

She knew not what dragons came upon him,
Or what treacherous siren threatened,
But as she stood at end-of-the world’s brim
The monster’s taunt said she was sure-condemned.

New knights beckoned to the fair maiden within,
Begging her join frolick and debauchery,
But her gaze was fixed upon what had been
and what dragon must have made this quandary.

Sing sweetly, my beloved Penelope,
And wait while dragons fall, and I find thee.

The Nights Onset

The sea raged, and folded in at my door,
Pounding until I couldn’t hear a thing,
I asked for you to give just one breath more,
And you surged inside with my own blessing.

I dodged as you engulfed the sight you found-
The withered one bracing self like a tree
And wavering in the wild haunts rebound.
And afterstorm I churned at what I see.

The lining inside the tree threatens to
Burn itself out, To emerge sap acid
From the clenching bark that welcomed you.
And punish it for leaving gates widened.

But none shall say that pride denies not guilt
Even as the self rebels against self,
The heart cries not guilty in destroyed silt,
Laying crushed before the trees where sea delved.

It’s not a war this tree can fight alone,
For seas move in wonder full of my peace,
Just on this shore the storm burns whats its own,
And leaves each one that’s left crushed peace by piece.

Been there before

I turned away. At the time you cursed yourself.
I turned away. When the fear and cold came out.
I turned away, for you frightened me away,
Ice cold in your eyes,
Covers warmth with a lie,
And your heart break sighs,
They cry….

But

chorus
I’ve been there before,
I’ve been where you think you won’t last one night.
I’ve been there before.
I’ve been there when the sky folds in like firelight.
I’ve been there before.
I’ve been there when the world folds right in at your door,
And you know your time is gone.
I’ve been there before

So today the dream crashed down,
That i was just you now,
And time had pushed away,
All that I had come to say.

And the tears I saw in you,
That had burned in me, so true,
They came to hold me in their hands,
And i came to see you stand,

Because I knew…

Chorus

So i hear the pain we’ve cried,
And you told me that you died
Inside the ice grasp of your bloody past and torment of what came to last.

Now let me cry out to you,
That I’ve seen the pain you felt.
That I’ve heard the life you’re dealt,
And i won’t leave here for you,
Because you need to know you’re not alone.

We’ve all….

Chorus

Because we’re all in this together,
And in time, when the weather
Has passed us by,
We’ll all sing…

Chorus

Plato’s Soulmates

You were the one who told me of creatures
Split in two for being too powerful.
You were the one who conjured me seer,
And filled my recognition overfull.

But in the moment you scorned the story,
Highlighting what Plato said that denied
The magnificence of this love-majesty.
Yet it returned to me in love revived.

As we two met in the moonlit star night,
I recognized your soul and my own twain,
Tangled and wrapped in darkness’ self sight
You came to mine, and you loosed my chain.

Each word emitted, now embraces my soul,
For time decreed that you and I must go

Away, and for this time I sometimes mourn,
Though I wish to wish only what is here.
But what twisted between us and was born
Became in me a new sight, made me hear.

So you have melted into what I live now,
Tangling into webs the blackened trees
You’ve never seen, so tell me just quite how
Your breath is what into my soul life breathes.

Fear comes with this life I find solely in you,
For somehow, I find life in Him as well,
But I hope, and ask if all we are is true,
Or if our eternal song has passed its swell.

 

When the Storm Comes Again

The music answered the lament in my soul
and broke forth the strangling breath in me.
Surging forward in the vengeance of sole
Unbreathed life that I told not to be.

But as I watched the storm begin again,
I asked if the clouds must gather in such
Ebony masses, encompassing, large, to threaten
Each breath, and yet again become too much.

But the captain cried out in confidence,
He said, “This time I can steer us through,
I’ll look back at when we  lost all our defense,
And steer us toward whatever’s ever true.”

I, the sleeping one inside, cringed and asked,
“Do you know we won’t get lost? Do you KNOW?”
I felt the curse arrive again, o’erglassed
By lines of stars that could begin to show.

I asked Orion, then, if I would find him,
If I let the journey overtake me,
Would I ever live true life again?
Or would I wither, and cease ever to be.

And he let me see one solitary sunshine,
As if to say, it may soon be allright.
So I gritted my teeth and prayed to live the moonshine,
While I waited what was real to come to sight.

Grace come down?

The notes began to play what I could be,
if I just give myself to my own self,
I can do what’s bad, that’s within me,
If I leave a life that put me on a shelf.

But I’m fighting to wait, I’m fighting for day
Even when the night just seems longer,
Even as the birds sing out their mourn play
That tells me I won’t ever grow stronger.

And as the night turns into darker night
And the world turns farther away from the sun,
I’ll tell you I will see the bloody sunlight
No matter how many days I have to run.

Searching

Is it calling me home?
Are the lights that go astray my beacon?
To life do I come?
Or do I leave and give in, and then weaken?

She says the lights are shining,
Turn to stone,
But I am asking,
Are they calling me home?

If they are calling me, why?
And where, where is home?

The Lights

Stop.
I had to cry out as the lament began.
It stopped.
I had to find what was left in me again.
It’s coming.
A beckoning cry began to say,
I’m lonely,
A little voice quietly starts to pray.

Stop.
That’s where I said it hurts too much to say…
But the flood doesn’t stop once you open the gates,
And the flow comes harder once you start to bay,
And nothing more can make it….stop.

The Terror

There you are. When I said I saw you
Standing there alone…I lied. But now,
Now it’s true, and you are standing here, new,
Alone and different, distant, somehow.

Maybe it’s because you’re not really here,
Just here in the throes of my memory.
You stand alone, looking at me, seer
Of all that I am and ever could be.

That was the magic of what you were,
Your one expression made me live, alive.
You forbade me let life go, a lost blur,
And in a day I learned to breathe, to strive.

But you are distant, far away now, and…
I cannot ask you what I once did and could,
My stomach churns and yearns for your warm hand,
And is met instead with impenetrable wood.

Will you come to breathe life to me again?
Perhaps my very need will make you stray…
Is this very longing my deepest stain?
It’s fear for which I don’t think I can pray.

God knows the burning desire of this soul,
May He preside, and make anew this foal.