Day # 27- This Town

Just give it my all-
Everything has been Given from You
We will do great things
I carve out a place for you..
Right here,
And right now..

The rich town,
The coffee spots,
The places we all sit,
Get lit,
Feel the stop,
Feel the because,
The why,
Are you your parents?
Is it the rent?
Can the Holy be the down
Cause the cross has been lifted high.
This marriage, this is today,
This is the connection we all crave.

Did you die?
Did you save?
Did you ever leave it back there?
Was I the thief,
The one hanging with you?
Was I ever ready,
Ever ready for something new.

Because I am now..

Day #26 -Flat Out

July 23rd

Past tense,


Addition for the subtraction,

An uneven ride it has been,

A unfathomable total is will come to,

All the days, and time spent wondering about you,

Or asking for a redo?

No one is nobody and neither am I!

If this is math then where do you get these kind

Of numbers?

This started with a thought: where do I get life from?

I thirst,

I hunger,

I desire,

Yet I add all of the time I have spent trying to

Follow You, and it doesn’t come through.

I wondered slowly,

And walked daily,

Do I find a fountain to drink from?

Do I find someplace to rest?

Cause I am just like all of you,

Desperate for vision and hope and

Most of all, for Peace.

I thirst,

I hunger,

I ask for the desire..

To change,

To be better,

To hopeless,

To despair,

To all the numbers you pull from the air.

This can’t be fair, can it?

You are flat out true.

You are flat out righteous!

And I still thirst for Justice,

But I still, still am one of those

Men that does not like it!

Days- 25 #..Numbers

Present tense,

Grinding against the self,

Putting your old fear on the shelf.

If this is noise, what kind would it be?

Struggling to come up with the words,

Yet you form them for me?

I can sit back but not relax,

You are the One that created

The Syntax.

Can I form words,

Or numbers?

Yet counting you call

Is your plan, was, will be,

Books opened,


Will open.

Numbers and transgressions.

We are the ones you count,

And track and gather around you.


Day #24 -Sundays

July 22nd

If you have been following long,

I have been diving in,

Living headstrong.

Empty like pockets not full,

Is your hearts dull,

Is today’s lull.

Aren’t you the one to say something will change,

Or the last of those to say it won’t be the same.

I know what you want, and it is deep down.

I walked in this mess

And it was because of you.

Sun beaming on this glorious evening.

I had to fade,

And fade hard because of you.

When you are gone I never know

What to do.

When you slip away,

Am I covered for all the slips.

Am I a Psalm 73?

Would you give me some victory?

Day #24 – Sand

Afternoon, Saturday.

I can’t fit into that sit,

And let every kind of thing

Back me down.

Had to head for something

Nearer than you,

Had to ask for just one clue.

And one more renew.

I am drying, and dying,

And it was all about You.

Evening, Sunday.

Church was just a little


Seats, or not, full for the rot.

Am I a faded one too?

Beauty was a pursuit,

And so was that nice shiny


If there was a plan,

Would it be like the

Countless sand?

If I am gonna sit and


How much is the falter,

And the altar?

I am change,

And so are you.

Day #23 – Sit

I want the sit,

That didn’t fit,

Comfort for the zip,

Sky blue for the empty,

Empty that laundry,

Smaller this room,

Put me on zoom,

And look right in.

The closer I find,

The further I look.

If running was the sin,

Then I am sinking, then.

Peace was lost in this fit,

Now it’s time for the sit.

Down, low, up, high,

Wandering for your pander,

Listing it for desire,

Stuck on this hot hotel


Lifting off that past kind of restless,

Sitting, freely, hapless,



Day #22 -Pasadena

July 21st

It was a sleep in,

A all night inn.

A home you call to stay in.

If I woke up this way it wasn’t because of


If it was anything but a promise,

It was that you make all things new.

Thirsted for the real thing,

Remembered the journey,

You caved me in,

Sunk those ships of comfort,

Started all night,

Started with a fright,

Scared me into the Kingdom,

Left that sorrow behind,

Was to afraid to be kind,

And loving,

That had to come to cost

All but nothing.

I can’t help but wonder,

Where did this hunger come


Are you the one I am drinking

In, eating in,

Or is there more to this Body than

I could have ever wanted?

Sat for the noise,

And lifted the poise,

I too sit here just like you,

But fear,

That hasn’t done anything.

Are you judge,

Are you wrath?

Are you Hell?