The Change

We write our New Year’s resolutions but we had them all along. Each year is progress…

I got a long list rolling around in the back of my mind,
Pulled up to the front,
Burning in a rut,
Stuck on some structure you never gave,
And a new life,
I have to cave,
And go back,
Again,
To hyped up nights on the edge,
To find some lights to follow,
While the dark could swallow.
3 years later, we are still at it,
I mean a longer list that you have made,
At the top was the love that we lost,
And the hype around this thing called
Forever,
I got stuck,
Stuck in different beds
In different nights,
In the same kind of fight.
All I’ve known is the road,
And tires,
And mysteries,
And darkness,
And hotels with no
Windows,
And all the while I was
Caved in..
Not better,
Not worse,
Not the same,
Not the blame.
But now I am different,
Now I am shallow,
Now I am out of the hallow
They name,
And into something else
You claim..
I am into not being the same,
And forever change.
I got a longer list rolling around in my
Mind,
A longer list of all the things that I need
To change.

Midnight Memory

It’s a midnight memory

Yes, I stole that from One Direction

Misguided I am by the pop culture

Fandom wrapped in stardom we

Call the news today—

I am thirsty however for

What is true, I am pressed up

Against all that is not new,

Not newness, not goodness,

Yes, this is God’s patience—

A hard pressed life one against

The loveless and the wreckless

But for love it all changes and

Rearranges the insides of our heart’s

Deepest desires—I too stay up late

Sipping coffee when I should be asleep

But I to crave the right kind of midnight

One with oil, one with a red eyed flight

To that place called perfection, called

Burn in me a new getaway, called Zion’s

Jetway, it’s a continuing city, it’s a windy

Skyline, it’s a golden bridge in due time,

It’s a winding road and I am lost whenever

You go—do not leave us here dead in our

Sins, hopped up on trespassing in the highway

Flourishing—I too am a palm tree to flourish

And a pain to nourish in Your eyes, I too am

A midnight memory but when I see You let

Me in, let me sit, let me not be the one you

Cast out—more oil for the midnight days

Ahead—its all for You!