skinny trees

July 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

Simple things, gentle things. 

Things that make you sit quietly, wind that feels like

fingers moving your hair off of your neck; the 

smaller birds that sit under chairs, whose chirping

you can hardly hear.

Those are the beautiful things.

Those are the times when you can see God;

when you can feel Him inside you.



New laugh.

July 13, 2013 § Leave a comment


July 9, 2013 § Leave a comment


How can i keep from singing?

July 9, 2013 § Leave a comment

How can I keep

from singing a song

that pours from my inside

and drenches the floor,

that climbs up the walls

and covers the shelves

bursts out the windows

in light of itself?

Whose joy knows no bounds

whose smile knows no sleep

a secret from noone;

impossible keep.

An answer, so changing

a vision so real

a key to the hearts

of the ones you can’t heal

a code in the wall

that opens the eyes

and connects all the sinners

still warm in their lies

A beaming white ray

that try as i might

cannot be looked over

when seen in my eyes

a sweet disposition

that equals us all

a note in the journal

from which no man can fall

How can i keep

from sending a dove

whose olive branch bearing

saves ones that i love?


Red dress.

July 9, 2013 § Leave a comment

In a world of choices, a lifetime of decisions, and day after day of changing emotions, you must find your firm and unchanging. Your steady and true. Like an ant in the sink, drowning down the pipe, you must find a stronghold to keep yourself from being washed away. stick with your truth. A feeling that overcomes all other feelings; a love that in unshakable. Hold fast to that feeling of freedom and being, because choices can make it leave, and you’ll never find it again. Not the same kind, at least. Not the same restful freedom. Find your steady, and don’t let it go. Because thought the promise you may be looking for is a white dress, the promise you need to remember forever, the truth that will never go away, is, instead, the red one.




July 9, 2013 § Leave a comment

You are the same, yesterday and today. 

I’ll never grow weary of feeling you near, i’ll never get tired of hearing your voice.

You are a consistant love, a constant romancer, and a forever friend. Your presence is ever standing, and the notice of your hand is awe-some. Your love is more than i will ever understand, and your patient grace is more bountiful that i can ever accept. 

Minute after minute i yearn for your closeness, to talk with you, and rest in you. Try as I might to show you my intensely growing passion for you, I am every time outdone by your overwhelming, perfect love. No one could ever out love you, not even myself. Never myself.

written watching dolphins.

July 9, 2013 § Leave a comment

To think that children can walk the same trails we did, bringing a new life and scent of innocence along with them to a place which we were once corrupted. 

Their joy and curiosity can still live there, with bright eyes and sun stricken threads running through their heads.

They can still not know. They can still keep themselves restful in naivety, not feeling the presence that was once birthed there; not knowing the secrets that were told there; being entirely unaware of the sounds that had once been given, but whose waves are so stretched out now between the walls, that they will forever live in silence. 



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