Day #50 – Cement

August 21st

Got on a plane,

Made it plain,

Nick of time,

Out of the dime,

Asked for coffee,

For the 5th time,

Boarded that flight,

Stayed short on the night,

Ran low on darkness,

Felt the harness,

This was large,

Larger than I imagined.

Ran in circles only for you

To Fathom.

I am here,

Fountain longing,

Still wandering,

Cracks in the cement,

Cracks in the concrete.

Day #49 – Cracks

August 18th

Preparing for it,

Destroying for it, too.

A breakdown,

Was never half new,

Was never half knew.

I had to walk with the solid,

I had to walk with the college.

I had to feel your knowledge,

And your hands all over mine.

I made some time for reflection,

I made some time for direction,

Tried to seek it out.

I had a dry spout,

I had a place where you were

Unable to find me,

I had cracks,

I had places that I needed you

To fill,

And to find,

I wondered the fountain,

Would it fill me and find me

Tonight.

 

Starting things to finish

Corner Bakery.

No. That was the last time.

The last time was April.

Why are you finishing things,

Or why not?

Is this is the start of motivation?

Or is new the newest revelation?

Old things like Scripture,

Like worship,

Like the Ancient of Days?

Like words that have no action,

Or actions that have no finishing.

I am not ready to make the explanation,

I am just living in the revelation.

I’m here to worship.

Depraved and soulless,

Or lowest of all..just not in

Your presence.

Are you the starting one?

But You are the finisher?

The author..

You made the time,

And this time will be spent

On starting things,

And rearranging them too.

I am starting something..stirring too..celebrating 11 years solid and true..

Been tossed around and more often than not beaten down too..

By mind, by world, by me, by You, by her, by them,

By all the things that have been started.

This is not finished. It can’t be.

 

Day #45 – Lost..

All of this..

Closed,

Not ever..open..

Heart, sound, spoken,

Not loud, faded in the voices..

Of all the things I used to say to

Get your attention..

….our hearts are wide open
The world is wide open………………….

Was that only true when you were a kid,

When shame is the place you hid..

When lost is not the fountain to drink from..

Yet it was wondering..

All the best summer dry spaces I could try

To see all the space(s) called dry and weak,

And thirsty..

Spent it on money can you say why?

Is this a Isaiah 55 talk..

Or a time not lost in the walk..

I am dark all aroud..

All I hear is Your sound..

 

 

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?

This Day

Musing from President’s Day..

Give me this mistake,
You are the mystery,
Hidden, from me.
Tell me the great lakes,
Tell me when they are greater,
Tell me when they say Savior,
Cause reckless is soon,
Soon to be near,
If I was a mountain I would
Snowboard to,
Down and out,
For the gold in red,
For the panthers of junior
High, to the raw on the screen,
To the ripped shape of your
Face.
I am the hero, soon,
I need to leave this place.
Tell me the stories you told
Once, when love was the punch.
I am a fighter, fighting for you.
Peace is the hardest to keep,
The worst to regret,
Cause I am crazy when I am
Not safe,
And safety, well you call
It something else.
Name me a name I won’t forget,
That day is coming to,
When this forehead has no more
Sweat, no more regret,
No more reasons to not
List,
What’s this name,
Is it the president,
Is this his day?
Cause nothing compares to You,
The leader of All,
The source of All,
The one that has crazy plans
For me.

Holiday On

Wanted you to keep the stare on,

To climb the stairs on.

To show me how to be,

How to move forward without Ya.

If you think this is about you,

It probably is.

A little more broken since you left.

A little more on the better since you

Left.

I had some time to think,

In the freeze of the frames you called

Fame you stopped going after.

I had some time to stare,

To learn how to care.

I was always fixed on you,

On the beauty of you.

I see you clearer now.

Its not better since you’re around.

I got a stare to take up with Ya.

I got a holiday to spend away from Ya.

I tried turning you off, tuning you out.

I tried, I tried.

You just kept knocking the same.

Coming to me without any change.

I am editing that remix,

I am trying to stream this life like

The Phoenix,

A little entertainment for Ya.

A little burning sun I lost with Ya.

I had some holiday,

I had some petition.

I think you hated my condition.

I need some tradition.

Need you now to stop that forsaken kind

Of walk, that move on kind of talk.

I needed a holiday off,

But those lights don’t work,

Those nights don’t serve.

Its my last nerve to say I need

You. It won’t be the last time I’ve

Surrendered to You,

You are the one and only on,

The leave on,

The hold you had on,

The holiday, now,

Is still on.