The Fire Snowfall Brings HOPE! ...and worry

The first snowfall fall brings HOPE!, and worry...

He sits by window in favorite chair
And through splintered glass, just just stares

At autmun leaves come tumbling down
From big oak trees, high, HIGH above the ground.

And dreams of the day when the first snowflake falls
And the joy it will bring... well maybe.

With the first snow of winter comes home his dear love
From her ocean side house, which she went long ago.

And so much has changed, since that spring afternoon
When she kissed him goodbye and said "I'll be back someday soon."

With jacket in hand he heads for the door
And lights up a smoke, to wonder some more

His hearts to shatters, then skips
But he's just not sure yet

Will she like his new beard, that he grew in the spring
And his mind keeps on wandering, to if she still wears his ring.

With nothing left to put his mind at ease
He heads into town for a bite to eat.

But he hopes with his heart that snow will come soon
And he can be with his love, from midnight to noon.

Coffee and Cigarettes

In a dark room, in a back booth, sit a lonely man.

And coffee and cigarettes rest in his hands.

With each shaky sip, with each deepening draft

He contemplates the years gone pass.

From bitter divorce and ugly death

To long lost loves, on the oceans depth

Lost in the moment, a waitress walks by

"Sir, may I refill glass?" and he begins to cry.

In confusion she steps to leave

But the man reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

"I'm sorry miss but I must confess

You look just like my daughter in the light blue dress."

With fresh coffee in hand, he lights another smoke

And heads for door, putting back on his coat.

Outside the door, a stranger approaches,

"Sir would mind lending a smoke?"

For a moment they sit, smoking in silence...


Before the stranger turns to leaves
He asks the man, "Would you like to find peace?"

In relief he cries, "Oh Jesus"
"I thought that was you but I wasn't sure'

"If you follow me, I can take all that pain
And you'll never feel unloved again."

As the sailor and Jesus walk down that dark alley

With cold cups of coffee and cigarette ashes trailing

They enter ia friendship, no one can destroy

The mans heart now filled, with nothing but Joy!

The Collected Works of...

I'm going to post a couple of poems tonight. The first is a poem I wrote called "BANG!" The other two are poems written by my friend Lindsay with some addition by me. Enjoy.


"BANG!"

"The whisper of her bombshell broke my heart

BANG!

The gunshot rang out like a flashlight in the dark.

I tried to grasp the meaning in her words and failed.

I saw her jacket on the bed
As I feel to the ground, motionless and dead.

The devil in a white dress.

She stared down at me, bent down and kissed me.
Whispered on our wedding night, I don't love dear.

It would've broken my heart, I might've shed a tear.

But things like this don't matter.
My new bride was my killer.

I tried to grasp her words and failed...

Because I was already dead."



"Your Song"

"Singing with the wind,
(I SCREAM)

Dancing in the rain
(Letting it soak deeply)

Don't look back, your on your way.
(and I am left behind)

You can't see,
(Blinded by your fears)

You can't hear.
(drowning in your tears)

But you have all you need.
(Does this include me?)

All you'll ever need.
(Not including me)

You may not know where you're going,
(On this journey you have started)

But don't look back,
(That's dangerous)

You're on your way.
(to find that place called home)

What's tomorrow without today?
(more empty, broken promises)

What's a beginning without an end?
(too many tears you don't need to cry)

What's love without some pain?
(another empty ritual)

What's joy without Your song?
(Sing to me again) "



"The Voice in the Corner"

"A voice!

She heard her playing in her mind.

Who is this girl I hear?
Where's the voice(passion) I once knew.

A cold breeze freezes the room.
She waits, ever so silently,
She waits for something new.

COME and save me! HEAR me out!

Where is the beauty i once knew(I once was)?
Where is the smile that once broke the silence?

Who is she? What does she want? Could she be...

Come and save me. "

Making Right the Mistakes of My Youth

If tonight is the night that I breathe my last breath
Then I'm taking this moment to make request.

Will you go out to the street and find this young girl
Then bring her to my side before to heaven I go.

With my last bit of strength, I'll take her hand
And look deep in her eyes and say like a man

I'm sorry I left you, that cold November day
When you wait by docks, til the first week in May

See, I wasn't sure I ready to make you my wife
A decision I regretted the rest of my life.

But before I passed, I had to make it right
And make sure that you knew, you were the love of life.

So take care young girl and please don't hold a grudge
Against your untamed sailor, who wasn't sure of love.

At Night, The Sky Shows Death

I sit alone under a half moon sky
And with unlit cigarettes I scream GOD WHY?

But when no reply comes I just sit and cry.

I don’t want to question the way that you move
But if you’re not real, I won’t live without you.

Chase the Lion

Mark Batterson posted this on his blog and I love it so I'm posting it.

Quit living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death. Set God-sized goals. Pursue God-ordained passions. Go after a dream that is destined to fail without divine intervention. Keep asking questions. Keep making mistakes. Keep seeking God. Stop pointing out problems and become part of the solution. Stop repeating the past and start creating the future. Stop playing it safe and start taking risks. Expand your horizons. Accumulate experiences. Enjoy the journey. Find every excuse you can to celebrate everything you can. Live like today is the first day and last day of your life. Don't let what's wrong with you keep you from worshiping what's right with God. Burn sinful bridges. Blaze a new trail. Criticize by creating. Worry less about what people think and more about what God thinks. Don't try to be who you're not. Be yourself. Laugh at yourself. Quit holding out. Quit holding back. Quit running away.

Hearts

I should be seeping right now but I was hit with a verse and wanted to write it real quick.

"Winter hearts will break whence freezed
And summer hearts burn easily.
In Spring and fall we mend and sew
our shattered hearts for new loves to hold.
But our twine is fragile and again we'll break
our little hearts we give away.
We sit and wait, and watch and hope
for someone to come and fill this hole.
To love us in the heat and snow
Through our highs and in our lows.
We sit by window sills and stare
At our one true love, just standing there.
They knock at our door and call name
But we're tired of playing this silly game.
The sun goes down and they walk away,
but tomorrow is another day."