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I have fallen down a well so terribly deep
A dark cloud covers all that I can see
With little hope in sight I close my eyes and say a prayer
Wishing love would find a way to get me out of here

Then pebbles crumble down and your face is backlit by the sun
You're always there to save the day, my forever only one

I Miss You

I made you favorite meal tonight...
Too bad you weren't here to have some
I wish you'd yell at me for changing the temperature on the stove
Or giving the food an unnecessary stir

These little things add up
They made this house our home
It feels empty without you

How I long to see your face
To hold your hand and kiss your cheek
Sit on the couch with you next to me
Holding you close and taking in your scent
I long to hear you say I love you

But all I feel is miserable
The ache inside of missing you
I still look out the window for your car
Out the keyhole, hoping to see your face
When the phones rings I pray it's you
Disappointed when it's not

When you're ready I'll be right here
Please don't forget me...

me without you

This isn't really a poem.


"I wanted to tell you I made it home safely
I wanted to tell you I love you
I wanted to say goodnight
When I woke up I wanted to say good morning
I wanted to know how slept
I wanted to find out how your day was going
I wanted to know your plans for tonight
I wanted you to know I love you
I wanted you to know I miss you
I wanted you to know how much this hurts
I wanted you to know how terrible my day was without you
I wanted to tell you
I just wanted you to know"

Time Warped Canvas

A makers hand falls slowly towards it's creation
Striking down the imperfection slowly taking form
Move slowly in your finite existence
There's a great big world waiting to be implored
Paint touched the canvas like new lovers' first kiss
Yet time strains beauty into a distant shoreline moving further out to sea
All our swimming seems in vain
As the undertow pulls us further still away
Is there any way to restore this canvas back to new?
Will we ever see the beauty shining through?
O' Painter, do not in haste destroy the good that you've made
Your hard work has not passed completely unnoticed
Take hold of your anger and channel it into your masterpiece creation
And present to the world your glorious splendor

A Small Spark

You're like a fire burning forests to the ground
You're like a canvas destroyed by bad art
Why would you request to die...
Burn oh fire burn
Take stock of lives lived by past prophets
Making fools of themselves only to be redeemed by God
Somewhere smiling down of those that once made fun
Take up your burden and walk into oblivion
Make sure the priest have all forgotten and that the noblemen aren't looking
Secrets are best shared between lovers in the dark
Yet the internet has ruined the excitement of surprise and anticipation
Don't worry about the headlines of tomorrows paper
As it affects your outcome very little
The history books will one day read
.. and it burned all around

On a Dark and Stormy Night

I stare beyond the moon to an unexplainable distant point of time
Miles beyond anything I can comprehend
My self a mass of questioning about things unknown
The educated guesses of men in suits holds no place in my heart
Stillness settles to an answer not yet gain, to one I'll never have
Prayers go up as questions asking God why
No response
And no response needed for my non theological mind
It is grace and forgiveness not semantics I need

Of Glass and Tale Tell Sins

Broken hearts rain down like glass from heaven
Tiny children run to collect fragments of ships long since passed
In winter the snow falls on mothers of abandoned houses
While fires warm the liquor in our our bellies
We pass the day by telling stories of memories half true
A little lie we play in side our mind of a life we wish we had
Stop all the laughter for a moment of sincerity... we wait
The silence of the room is so loud it makes us wary of the truth we have spoken
Still subtle arms wrapped around our shoulders bring peace inside our hearts

Hello Love

A new day looks down on us from up above
A remembrance of things we ought never have said
Too little, too late apologies for the sins we have committed
But nevermore I look to you for anything more
With exception as to how I can be your love(show you love)
May every day come faster till the day of our together
Then let each pass more slowly then the last
To live our lives together(forever) until heaven wants them back

May We Forgive Ourselves

Open air topic of conversation
A new thought process is brewing
A hot pink air balloon of information
Floating with no known destination
A wide world open to the possibility of self-destruction
A cage match of faith and logic battling to the bitter end
My mind is alike a battle field where everyone has died
A blank canvas littered with the trash of dead thoughts
A war waging between making sense of it all and being ok with knowing nothing
With no end in sight I set my eyes skyward
Hoping for a second that God will grant me peace
But peace is a pipedream of men constantly at war
An unwillingness to accept life as is
A place where reality is more then they bargained for
A murderous envy, ever present in the back of our mind
A storyboard theology of making sense of life and God
Lust as taken hold of hearts and mind
Sex is on television asking us to enjoy the ride
But we know all to well the pride that comes from playing with fire
From hiding our secret sins from a God who knows all
We are not yet ready to own up for our mistakes made
We have not yet understood that we will one day die like everyone else
We are struggling for understanding when all we need to do is believe
Our pain has been bought and yet we still wear a mask
We want to make sense of every little piece of information we have yet to comprehend
We struggle for meaning when God has brought meaning
We feel like little lost sheep yet we are still in the barn
We are looking for a love that we’ve already found
Forgive us… Like you have so many times before

Contemporary Love Song

In the middle of a room stands alone a girl of young age
Waiting for love to fill her heart and sweep her off her feet
Yet the light seems to come in the form of the same broken damaged relationships of past lives gone by
Hopesless she stands at the edge of a knife, no end in sight
Yet prayers not unheard by God come answered in the formed of a mostly unknown man
Who comes without reason or circumstance, with no intention ill willed or self-serving
Yet come he does and in an instance their bond is formed, a love with fire
Her hearts now stopped bleeding, her voice of hope has returned in full
Moments of time capture fragments of memories, with nothing before seeming to have any merit in her life
A walk, a song, an afternoon cup of tea, pizza for two
With each passing day her love renewed

On the Night That I Die

On the night that I die I want to look up to heaven and shout to the savior who saved me,
Screaming at the top of my lungs that I'm ready to spend the afterlife with him.
On the night that I die I want to look into the eyes of my beautiful wife,
And share one last moment of love together.
On the night that I die I want to hold the hands of my children,
Seeing that I've raised them right and my legacy lives on within them.
On the night that I die I want to kiss the heads of my grandchildren,
Sending a prayer to God that he would keep them safe.
On the night that I die I want to look back at my life as a whole,
And thank the Lord for all the moments of joy I've had.
On the night that I die I want to leave this world a better man,
Better then I had ever been before.

Lost my heart somewhere between our first meeting and today.
Oh how far into our future we used to see
Our smiling children out back with playing with the dog.
Yet now I'm having a hard time seeing even a few hours from now
And to be frank my darling, it has me scared .
A life thrown into modern day divorce between us two
Has me wishing for days when we were new.
When all we had were smiles and innocence
When our love would last forever.
It seems like yesterday and still so long ago
And I can't help but pray for a return to those days.
So please my dear don't give up just yet.
Please let me become a man you won't regret.

Murder Inc

Welcome to the greatest show on earth
Court tv drama on technologies latest and greatest
A world so consumed with the new yet so in debt to it's self
Make known that this depression era season will soon pass
Unless all of God's children decide to spend every once of their life
And for what we all gain with this new all in one
We could've used to help a cast away son
The world looks upon us with disdain in it's eye
As we spend our life on our hearts fleeting desire
A shadow of life, the angel of death
Has come back to earth, our stuff to collect.

A Letter: From Satan

I a a checkered past of bars fights and long drives
Of red wine and cheap cigars and girls made out of gold
I'm a lot of things I've never hoped to be
I'm a lie waiting to explode into your brain
I'm a tattletale child bringing news of siblings done wrong
I am the worse thought you are currently thinking
And the best sex you'll ever have
I am a picture perfect copy of all the pleasure in your life
And all the shit that keeps you up at night
I am the center of all things evil
And the center of keeping you poor American children entertained
I'm a circle of lies and shortcomings you'll never see coming
I am a megalomaniac waiting for my turn at full control
I brought sin into world and I'm looking to take your soul to hell
I made Eve eat the apple and Samson cut his hair
I am lust and greed and everything inbetween
I am the angel thrown from heaven
And I'm looking to destroy your life

The Real Housewives of Orange County Have No Soul to Sell

I am a holy roller, sex threat level ten and she is the devil at work within me.
Like wine and cocaine we combine just fine.
Like rich old men and young blonde gold diggers, we were meant to be.
Her the parasite, me the host.
She is my boy hood fantasy girl and I'm her favorite college mistake.
We mean more to each other then we'll ever admit.
But she's a material girl and I'm busy burning down her favorite boutiques.
Her happiness outside of me is a Visa card with unlimited credit,
And I'm finding it very hard to keep her attention while she has cash at spend.
QVC is the soundtrack to late nights and bed fights, and I'm sick at tired of kitchen table countertops full of her receipts.
My religion and her shopping mall Jesus have never met but if they did they'd hate each other.
Yet strangely it seems that our mid-summer nights fling will leave her with more diamonds and me without a thing.
Well I not your sugar daddy and you're no prom queen
So let's find a way to end our midnight romps without my heart or wallet shattering
Because honey my love for you is as real as you think those diamond earrings are.
So enjoy tonight for one last time
Because tomorrow I'll be melting your heart of gold as you refine your taste for the finer things.
So all aboard and last call for this train out of nowhere and straight to the penthouse.
This ain't the last stop just the one you get off at.
See playing with my heart is like playing with fire and tonight you're getting burned.

A Ghost in My Heart

Soft winds stir faint echoes of shorelines long since passed
Memories off a warm sea breeze come rushing quickly back
Not aware of time or space or love of seasons known
Come songs from those still yet to come about the great unknown
Stillness sits and dreams a love now many years been dead
Hoping in the after-life to be lovers once again.

Time Spent

Sometimes me and Jesus will hang out at local bars
Drinking cold Stone White and smoking cheap cigars
We talk about the weather and our rundown beat up cars

God Save me Gin... Maybe

I keep trying, keep pushing on
And everyday, I'd like to think, I'm getting a little better
I hope...

Mark my words, today is not the last
Tomorrow could be worse but it will happen again
And this sin is eating away my heart
But I have got to try, because you're not giving up

Around and around and around I go
The floor is ever coming closer
I fall to my face, the glass spills from my hand
What a waste of good beer

My heart is a war between my soul and my mind
A constant desire to try and do right
Today was a good day, all things considered
Let's celebrate

You Belong Everywhere Part 2

You Belong Everywhere Part 1