Love Story

Sometimes my words aren't even close
To describing to you the passion in my heart
I miss you doesn't even come to close
To how this distance feels to me
There's an ocean between us
Yet you're standing right next to me
I take your hand, cherishing this moment
Knowing that despite all I want, you're still not mine
I could say I love you a million times
And still not come close to expressing my heart for you
I hate this waiting game that we must play
Yet if in the end it gets me to you then I'll go along
But I know that I hate not being with you
And I can't wait for our days together

A kiss that lasts forever

A simple gestured shared between us two
My lips pass sweetly onto yours
An instant so tender, so surreal
And in that moment, I knew one day we'd wed.
My only hope is that you felt it to
That our lives would forever be intertwined
Vision of days spent with you now filled my head
Wanting nothing more then to close this awkward distance between us
Do you feel it too?

Lipstick Makes for the Best Autograph

She wrote her name in big block letters like some good times glorious whore on a bathroom stall wall
She walked slowly towards me, her pink lipstick staining a napkin with her number
Her perfume is cheap and offends my five sense as I slowly take her in.
She smiles with cheap, heartless eyes, that speak of a deep longing for something more then the cheap thrill she's offering tonight.
Her words fall like a discordant melody, unpleasant to my ear
She orders another drink, looking an inkling of interest the ceases to cross my face
With no sign of hope in me she moves down the bar, to next possible love
My face a fast fading picture, just another of the many gone before

Reach For The Stars

We're making the most of each day we wake up
Taking time to dance in the sunshine
We are making new paths, breaking new ground
Moving forward and not looking behind us
Life is moving far to fast for us to just sit and watch it fly by
Today is a new day, a fresh start, Yesterday is old new
We have committed to something more the ourselves
To outshine our wildest imaginations
We are stepping out and marching on
We are reaching for the fucking stars

The River of Tears

I could build I river with the tears I've cried and drown myself straight to Jesus
I'd peacefully up the stairway to heaven and meet my maker where the streets are paved with gold
All the pain falling slowly behind as I move to eternity with God
And say goodbye to this world that's treated me poorly for far too long

But God if there's more then let me find beauty in the things that have brought me pain

Canvas Earth

I want to see beauty in everything
To turn tragedy into a happy ending
I want to run around in a grassy field
Fall down and just enjoy the sunlight on my face
Where flowers grow without shame of size or shape
They feel no need to fret about my passing trampling feet
I want to see all creation as something special
The world to spin as some beautiful painting
The painters canvas all around
And yet unnoticed daily by all
The great work of art ever created
Lost to a mass of busy followers
None taking the time to run through the field of flowers
Or stopping just to observe the marvelous beauty all around

The Ocean Plays A Love Song

The moon slowly over the river as we walked along it's sandy shore
Hand in hand, so in love. There wasn't anything else in the world I could ask for
The sound of the ocean our late night serenade
Distant seagulls call out to our little parade
We sit for long hours, just staring at the warm nights moon
A moment shared between lovers, a moment cemented in time
Your head on in my chest, my arm around your shoulder
No words needed as we enjoy each other

I sing a song of love at night
No ears to hear, my praises die
The audience wants more then I can give
Their polite applause offends my sin
I leave the stage and head for the bar
A night routine without a cause
My faith is tired from lack of heart
I've let you down again this night

Late Night Prayers

A mask of happiness covers her pain
She's lying to herself at night
Hoping for a glimmer of peace
That comes with each nights ever so brief sleep
Her mind is racing to and fro
Trying to wrap her head around thoughts of God
She wants to believe, wants to give in
But how can he love a mess of a girl like her
She whispers up a prayer as she closes her eyes
Hoping tomorrow will bring deliverance

The Sailor's Funeral

There's a breeze in the air, a hint of sadness on the winds as they pass by
A momentary song carried on the air, sung by those lost at sea
No witness to their tragedy, the sailors have all moved on
Their souls ascend to heaven, forever to be with God

Your First Name, My Last

There are pages in my notebook where your pen has touched
Little notes you left for me, about the love we shared
I could rip out the memory of words you said to me
But your hand writing is the only thing left of you in my apartment

Missed Motion

There's a door of escape just outside these black walls
Screaming souls of the half dead cry for God to spend them straight to hell
An example of love shines through darkness and blinds the masses
So they all miss a chance to find your grace and redeeming love
Like sheep we keep on walking, right into the flame
All the while we miss the one who holds the keys to save

Romeo and Juliette Gone Wrong

What light through broken windows shows
Juliette you threw the stone that broke the window in my heart
I opened all the others wide
Hoping any future rocks would pass right through or land softly inside
Yet you found news ways to break the shattered pane of glass
While I sat quietly amazed

It was raining when I fell in love
And it was raining when you broke my heart
The weather never changed
But my thoughts on you had shifted
If I drank this cup of poison
Would you still plunge the knife blade to the center of your heart

I've spent all week roaming the streets
Looking for all the lost little sheep
I round them up into a corner of the barn
And lay my head upon the pillow to say a prayer for the fallen

Oh Princess I’m still here
But you’re out whoring around with all the cowboys and the queers
I understand I move to fast and I’m too old
And I understand he’s promising you streets made out of gold

But know my dear that I've been faithful and I've been true
And I'm standing with my arm still open wide

The Prayers of the Lost

I can feel a new way of life unchanging
I can feel a stirring of something better

We’re looking at the sun… to lead us home
To break us free from all this oppression
We’re heading north… Not straying from the path
To make our ways from death to freedom
We pray to the invisible God
Hoping for an answer to correct our wayward life
Waiting for the smallest glimpse
That better days are ahead of us

My Favorite Conversation

I want to talk to you for hours
I want to share the deepest depths of my soul with you
Tell me your secrets and I'll tell you mine
I want to hold nothing back
My fears, dreams, failures, and accomplishments
I want you to know everything
Hours spent in conversation with you bring joy to my soul
The sound of your voice brings peace
Yet recent leavings keep me held at bay
From sharing all I want with you
Can I trust you... Can I pour myself into you once more
Or should I find another to share my heart with
You are my favorite conversation
Despite all that's been said

Tu es dans mes rêves

Je déteste ce rêve, parce que je me réveillais et non à côté de vous

Moments

There are moments in our life
When we discover what we're looking for
When the clouds part and the sun shines
When rest and peace invade our soul
Life becomes freshly aware of beauty
Awed by all the miracles happening around us
Circumstances of no desire are replaced with great hope
The world seems new and full of possibilities
There are moments in our life
When we give ourselves over fully to love
To something bigger then our 9 to 5 existence
Finding meaning in our everyday nothings
There are moments in our life...
That we let slip by

Miss America is a Pyro

I want to burn Main street to the ground
Torch the buildings and watch the world go ape
I want to put safe existence to rest
Move the suits to panic and see the world dissolve to anarchy

I want a crown and recognition
I want the world to know my name and I want the money due me
I want to be told I'm the worlds most important, most beautiful

I also want world peace

The Lost Princess

The princess walked the streets with the whores
Not aware of her status in this world
Lost amidst the sinners and misguided
She wanders around looking for love
All the while her prince is looking for her
Knowing that she's lost her way and is so confused
Night and day his search is never ending
Hoping to find his love and help her find her place in this world

Hymn To The Immortal Wind

An old man walks along a busy city street when out of the corner of his eye he sees a discarded, trampled flower.
Yet despite is state of disrepair he finds the beauty that still sits just behind the broken flowers eye
He picks it up gently and slowly walks it home
And with all the love in his heart he tells the flower how lovely she is
How proud God must be to have made something so precious
And that despite her present state of abandonment that her life still has a plan
He plants his little flower in a garden in the front yard of his small house
A place for all passersby to see
With tender love and care he waters and feed his pretty little flower
Which each passing day he sees her grow and become more and more in the beauty she once held
A smile passes the old man's lips
Knowing he has helped restore a broken souls hope


A distraught gardner is franticly walking past small old forgotten homes
Broken hearted that his flower has become lost
He stops his walking as it catches his eye
His long lost flower, far from home planted where it does not belong
He walks to the front door and knocks and is saddening when an old man answers
Know full well that taking this flower will break the old mans heart
"Dear sir, I couldn't help but notice the flower in your yard,
She is very beautiful and I've see you spent a lot of love and care.
But this flower was grown many years ago, planted by my hands with a purpose all her own.
If it's not too much and if you can bear, I wish very much to take her back at home."

The old man turns his head and sighs, the gardener can see the tears forming in his eyes
But looks to his flower and with the slightest nod, grants the gardener his wish
The old man bends down and whispers low, a love sonnet he's told his precious night after night
With gentle care he unplants the flower, hands her over and turns away
With a reassuring hand the gardener touches the old man's shoulder
"She's in good hands, and she'll remain loved."