Thursday, March 31, 2011


Would the real me please sit down.
I'm tired of standing up for something I'm not sure I can believe in.

I'm sorry If I sound cynical
I am
but thats not the real me.

I just want you to know, that the only thing I know about Love is You.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

If this isn't God's plan then whose? It sure as hell doesn't look like mine.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I'm just ready to stop pretending I'm in Control.

Monday, March 28, 2011

if God really is my co-piolet he's got no sense of direction.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

even the flames of hell cast light.

that moment when the fire first breathed you in
charring your edges, seasoning your soul with smoke
you didn't know how hot this is
nor how much of you there is to burn
yet in those flames you saw the face of God
and from that light you can not turn away.

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. . . .
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. 
— T. S. Eliot

Sunday, March 20, 2011

All the way to infinity

The clouds ride lightly over my softly sloping shoulders,
From a head bowed not with shame,
but reverence for how fragile this is.

But Love,
your Love carries me with a quite fury fuelled by gentle chaos,
Until I'm forced to admit,
that it was never my fault, nor even my choice,
and maybe I can leave the rest to God

Friday, March 18, 2011


You Say "easy" like it was an insult.
But I know it's just because it's not so easy for you.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

hand of God

Reaching deep through everything I was he touched my soul so that it burns like fire,
and Like a puppet with his heart inside me,
 squeezed the very life from all the secrets so small I could never understand.

God I know your here somewhere....

What I meant,
what you thought,
how I feel,
like I had to break something
and I'm banging my soul on this brick wall
so theres no doubt that it's hard.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The unsecret proof

If we believe it hard enough could we make the world flat again. I so want to fall off the edge of it with you.

Sunday, March 6, 2011


To be honest I prefer the ache of this wanting,
than choking on the bones of you I could not swallow.

Photo from here

Be careful what you want for

I don't get it,
I'm not sure that I want to get it,
But I hate how your so sure you do.