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There was the last timeBefore a new beginning There was a silence Before there was anyone able to listen There was a promise madeAnd that promise shaped my decision To hold fast To the hope that I still believe in I assumed much And those assumptions gave to misgivingYet you are steadfast And you’re love is never misleading I’m left paralyzed By the thought of you thinking And am I the only oneWho’s left awe struck by these feeling? Simply incapable Of capturing what I envisioned What would be my endWith every sorrow fading My name It has been written And when you tell your story I attentively listen From the beginning From the beginning From the beginning…

There was the last time
Before a new beginning 
There was a silence 
Before there was anyone able to listen

There was a promise made
And that promise shaped my decision 
To hold fast 
To the hope that I still believe in

I assumed much 
And those assumptions gave to misgiving
Yet you are steadfast 
And you’re love is never misleading

I’m left paralyzed 
By the thought of you thinking 
And am I the only one
Who’s left awe struck by these feeling?

Simply incapable 
Of capturing what I envisioned 
What would be my end
With every sorrow fading

My name 
It has been written 
And when you tell your story 
I attentively listen

From the beginning 
From the beginning 
From the beginning…

Dear lady I knew you And your timing Impeccable Your songs Hid Secrets To a heart Impenetrable We used it We wondered Our maps left Eligible Empty bottles A champaign ocean Hand writing notes Forgettable The will It wonders Leaving pieces For creatures Regrettable

Dear lady
I knew you
And your timing
Impeccable

Your songs
Hid Secrets
To a heart
Impenetrable

We used it
We wondered
Our maps left
Eligible

Empty bottles
A champaign ocean
Hand writing notes
Forgettable

The will
It wonders
Leaving pieces
For creatures
Regrettable

I heard the sound of thunder So I walked out into the rain I saw all things in this darknessHidden then washed away I glanced at lightening strikes & questionedWether the sound would be the sameWhen the thunder steals our voices And we’re frightened from the change It was then I saw your fireWhile wonder seeped insideThe flames yet an amberAnd their subtly missed in time Those sparks will leave me desperate Chastised for my crimesEnveloped by the smokeThe reaper of all our lives And the darkness hid our facesThere is oil in the lampAnd all that I once kept secret Now burning to show a path The warmth it was so inviting And through the highest of the flamesIlluminate my folly as convictionSuddenly I knew your name While you saw no sleep or slumber My curse still filled your veinsAnd in your life I saw a mercy Without which my heart can never change

I heard the sound of thunder 
So I walked out into the rain 
I saw all things in this darkness
Hidden then washed away

I glanced at lightening strikes & questioned
Wether the sound would be the same
When the thunder steals our voices 
And we’re frightened from the change

It was then I saw your fire
While wonder seeped inside
The flames yet an amber
And their subtly missed in time

Those sparks will leave me desperate 
Chastised for my crimes
Enveloped by the smoke
The reaper of all our lives

And the darkness hid our faces
There is oil in the lamp
And all that I once kept secret 
Now burning to show a path

The warmth it was so inviting 
And through the highest of the flames
Illuminate my folly as conviction
Suddenly I knew your name

While you saw no sleep or slumber 
My curse still filled your veins
And in your life I saw a mercy 
Without which my heart can never change

Oh great pretenderI watch as you waste awayNot nearly at a distance I’ve been with you this entire way While you chose indifference And settled for regretsI laid face down in that garden I prayed for you, I wept While shame held you silent And blind from victory wonI knew she’d sound like and angel But the threads are now undone As a child you saw violence That pain no man could undoThe walls built your identity On a love that was never true You heard me & stood there listening But following is not the sameDon’t simply hear my voiceSon, drop your burdens, run this way I will never cease my pursuit of youI am your father, I’ve comeI don’t care what it looked likeI don’t care where you’ve gone My love knows no meritYou simply can not win my heart I love you because three nailsThat took away all your scars Now see me here hanging My arms are open wideNo guilt to hold you captiveFor I’ve crossed the great divide

Oh great pretender
I watch as you waste away
Not nearly at a distance 
I’ve been with you this entire way

While you chose indifference 
And settled for regrets
I laid face down in that garden 
I prayed for you, I wept

While shame held you silent 
And blind from victory won
I knew she’d sound like and angel 
But the threads are now undone

As a child you saw violence 
That pain no man could undo
The walls built your identity 
On a love that was never true

You heard me & stood there listening 
But following is not the same
Don’t simply hear my voice
Son, drop your burdens, run this way

I will never cease my pursuit of you
I am your father, I’ve come
I don’t care what it looked like
I don’t care where you’ve gone

My love knows no merit
You simply can not win my heart 
I love you because three nails
That took away all your scars

Now see me here hanging 
My arms are open wide
No guilt to hold you captive
For I’ve crossed the great divide

I define my hearts rebellion In the torment of the lostEmpathy crushed the only reverence To a profoundly distant god If sympathy knew a vengeance How could all that is be notIn the hands of many idols Solitude rendered false The gallows will always haunt meWhile hope is hidden underground.She’ll shelters many loversNo which heard the sound Of the angels holy worshipBringing fragrance to the SonWe’re left here hollowed emptyFrom which wrath we do run A curse is only valid If the one that provokes is true These wounds they leave a messageLike writings on a tomb Our bodies lay here sleepingas the reaper finds his paceSeparate the chaff of misleadings In the silence of this place

I define my hearts rebellion 
In the torment of the lost
Empathy crushed the only reverence 
To a profoundly distant god

If sympathy knew a vengeance 
How could all that is be not
In the hands of many idols 
Solitude rendered false

The gallows will always haunt me
While hope is hidden underground.
She’ll shelters many lovers
No which heard the sound

Of the angels holy worship
Bringing fragrance to the Son
We’re left here hollowed empty
From which wrath we do run

A curse is only valid 
If the one that provokes is true 
These wounds they leave a message
Like writings on a tomb

Our bodies lay here sleeping
as the reaper finds his pace
Separate the chaff of misleadings 
In the silence of this place

You shouldn’t have to explain a poem, that’s the beauty of writing them. This time I felt led to give a little back story and context to this particular poem. I promise to do my best not to make a habit of this.

A few days before I started working on this I had a long conversation with a good friend of mine. We talk about life and love and pain and making hard choices and all the things two people that enjoy each others company are able and like to talk about. At some point of our conversations these words came out.

“It’ll all work out in the end’

Obviously this wasn’t the first time I’ve heard this, I think we’re all guilty of saying it and I have come to the conclusion that for some of us, if not most of us, it’s a cop out and at times a reason to avoid hard decisions. We really don’t know what we’re saying.

Now, if you know anything about me at all you’d know when I have a thought like this I will follow it to the end. For some reason these thoughts always lead to death or the end of all things as we know it. I don’t mean to do this to be morbid but the fact is we are all going to die and ever since I could remember always been keenly aware of this fact. 

“It’ll all work out in the end”

What end?

Who’s end?

My end? Probably not. When I die it’s going to suck. People will be hurt, and a lot of those people will console themselves with words like “He’s in a better place now”. Why do we do this? I don’t know, but I do think a big part of is has to do with the fact that we deep down know death is not how how things should be. We shouldn’t die but we do and it’s painful. 

So here is my story on that, tied into many other thoughts on the subject. Excuse my rambling. 

NOOSE

The silence sat still 
And emptied me off all convictions
He shot first I shot back and missed him
This time is different.

Noose slow rope chokes 
Never breaking her promise
I was designed to fight for keeps 
Right here is where I lost it.

Ironic I’m holding my breath 
I’ll be hung in a few moments 
This air never taste so sweet 
About ripe for the locus

They ask for last words
I have none slow rhetoric
My savior watches grieved 
As I shake my head in forfeit

Questioning now nonsense 
Silence sat still black cloth over head
Death always take who he wills
And it happens to be me in this end

What could I adequately suggest 
Tough skin as fragile as I am
Your blood is cleaner then mine
In that I take confidence

Noose slow rope chokes  Never breaking her promise 

Noose slow rope chokes 

Never breaking her promise 

UNTITLED 1.

What are the chances 
first glance and second guesses 
I know you’re scared this could get messy
But you and I both know where this all is heading

Maybe I was born to wander 
The only stream is living water
Come with me before it’s too late
And we’ll leave tomorrow

I kissed you and saw your sorrows 
And the smiles I borrowed 
I pray they would be mine one day
If you ever care enough to follow

Me while I follow Him
Side by side like it was when it all began 
Two lovers in a garden 
Let’s get back to that place again

RELENTLESS

Never made 
Yet more complete then I’ll ever be
Every new story I tell
To you is but a memory

I cast my lot and fought 
Against your promise 
Too often I find myself to be lost 
And to be honest

I like you at a distance
There is solace in indifference
Satisfaction in 
Half-hearted devotion

Your words are an ocean 
And My God I am sinking
I just may die tonight 
If I follow where this current is leading

I can not swim away
All I’ve known is commonplace 
The taste bitter on my tongue
Like wine from sour grapes

I’ve fled your pursuit
Took refuge in sinners arms 
Calloused heart thickens 
All the while displaying fervent charm

And my heartbeat dwindles 
There is less of me and none of you
Your whisper still lingers
I will love you through

Relentless in your calling
I am falling man and still falling
Clinched tight to lostness 
Gain a glimpse of holy longing

Perfectly incomplete 
Shattered where I stood
But you never said you were safe
You said you were good

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