Cure Me

I close my eyes
But you're still there
Touching the edge of my consciousness,
I close my eyes
And begin to pen
How I'm walking away
Never to return,
To forget
But writing emotions
Staining the parchment
With black tears
Will never cure passion.      

Lost Among The Many (Short Story Edit #1)

She whispers, a prisoner strangled from within.  Again she whispers past her pale waning lips,

"You... are."  

 A cold possession ushers out the warmth from under her tender beige skin.  

"Did you -- have you loved me?"  

"You.  You alone."      

I can already see bruised shadows wrapping around her hands.  Once whole but reduced now, suffering tragedy to call her "home".  My palpitating heart wildly rises in my throat, binding fistfuls of knotted muscle, set to burning.  I silently scream, my hands quaking, struggling, chained by futility.

Emptiness violating her flesh, and I, bound by powerlessness, am naught but a witness.

She lies upon a smooth careless table, lost among the wan cascading linen folds.    

"She is my failure."  

As once one, now disavowed -- despite all my striving, innocence inevitably spites every bead of sweat birthed by hope.  

The cold wind setting in, pressing against her chest, evidence of my mistakes.  Jogged back, my lips thinning, running along them an unnoticeable quiver.

Life Alone

"Your life will be a life of loneliness"
And I let my head fall
Willing, sacrificial
But now the call weighs
Heavily upon my shoulders,
But God, if I had but one
To call "love"
To pour out all of my soul
Couldn't I be cured, whole?  

Mountains

She laughs and I trust,
She smiles and ties
Her hands around my heart,
She laughs and lays
Her eyes into mine,
My mountains laid to dust.

Your spirit pierces my soul
Cutting through all my barriers
And my pride--
As is east from west
I divorced my darkness with Your grace,
You permeate and flow through my veins
And my heart pounds and throbs, alive.  

My lust weeps in bereavement,
But the flesh Jesus put to death
I cannot, I refuse to lament.  

Spirit and Carnality

When my body lays asleep--
Drowning in the dark,
An animal thrashes within me
Ravenously seeking to devour my spirit
But my Jesus awakens the gospel
In my heart
To defy the beast its' feast--
To grapple among the deathly slow breaths
Of the barely living,
Hearts,
That one could scarcely hear from a single throb emanate,
Him and I
Wrestle amidst the sleepers
Rattling steel chains and
Bumping the cold limbs of the dreaming,

But none awake

They are slaves,

Slumbering in wait--

Unknowingly approaching a new birth

My Will

Any will to resist evil once possessed
Is now diminished
As a dream
Conceived in the shadows
Stripped bare
Before the sun's everlasting rays.

My flesh and soul
Cannibalize each other--
Turning to my own vomit
In blind desperation.   

A Moment With You

A hand,
Your hand-
It rubs my shoulder
And drops.
A smile
A hint of white
Your medicine
For my heart.
Two eyes
Your eyes
A happy pair
Darting into mine
Out playing past sunset.

Colors draped, blended--

Lovers laying upon a

Canvas, eyes anxious.   

Soul and Flesh Edit #1

My mind oh so bereft,
Spirit and carnality pitted
One another violently vie against.

My Curse (Haiku)

Divide my waters

Soul from flesh, divorce this house   

As is east from west.  

My hands have never worked
For anything but themselves
But my Lord demands them to serve--
But how?
And I scream and tear against my will
That is so intensely demanding
And heavy--
My flesh, exacting upon me
Every ounce of suffering my evil heart allows
And my soul stretching out
To but graze
My jealous Father's faithful grace.    

The past is the past
And not the present
Though your mind
Makes you remember
I will make you forget.

Burning Reds

I'm taken up with your hands
Subtly heating my wind brushed skin
And the whispers your lips slowly mouth
Set under burning reds dripping down dusk's face
And your gaze frozen into mine
By deathly blues choking life from the hour--
What lies beneath your eyes?
And what dreams is your heart possessed by?
I to tell this
Is as I to tell of dimmet's call for passionate cries.  

Every Word Has Been Spoken

The night is old and fading out
And every word
Marking Your footsteps
Is brushed upon a soft canvas
And though every line
Tracing the work of your pierced hands
Has been followed
My heart pulls against my pride
As if I
Could wear out
Your precious name
By letting my lips sing
Of your Grace
Again and again and again.  
  

Eyes

Who are you
In the mirror
Who I can't look
In the eye?
Ashamed of me
Ashamed to be.

Beautiful Loveless

Beautiful loveless
Babes died today, murdered by
Mother's guilty hand.  

My Hope (Edit #1)

My eyes
Veiled against incandescent glow
Rise
But hope runs freely
Between the cracks
Of the old aged wooden slats--