I threw some color on my window
just to see what I would see
and with my fingers drew in shapes:
a scenery of trees
and a boy down on his knees
praying to god to give him answers,
his heart has got to know.
Then the light came in.
As brave as any mouse
I went up to the house
to receive my break of bread
and hear a good book read,
and see where my heart was led,
trying hard to put on chains
my mind broke from my legs.
Then the light came in.
Where do I go from here?
I can't live on a mountain top
isolated in an icy shell
insulated in the snow.
Where do I go?
Where do I go from here?
In the church there is a window
that turns light into a rainbow.
Blood that runs from my heart stains
the white world I've tried to make.
Where do I go?
Where do i go from here?
Let the light come in.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Love Song
I want to see your fields
reaching out to me,
each cross valley road
a crease of your open hand.
I need your shaded canyon woodland
with it's river and its damn
where the running water swells
to give birds room to sail.
I know that we just met
but I could not forget you
since you let me call you home.
And when my time is through
I will return to you
my home (love).
I miss all the places where
your people would meet:
your steeples and your streets,
your red brick city stores.
And I want so much more:
my whole life spent with you.
I'll watch you from my open door
and feel my seasons pass with yours.
reaching out to me,
each cross valley road
a crease of your open hand.
I need your shaded canyon woodland
with it's river and its damn
where the running water swells
to give birds room to sail.
I know that we just met
but I could not forget you
since you let me call you home.
And when my time is through
I will return to you
my home (love).
I miss all the places where
your people would meet:
your steeples and your streets,
your red brick city stores.
And I want so much more:
my whole life spent with you.
I'll watch you from my open door
and feel my seasons pass with yours.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Jessie
Jessie gave up his heart
and he won't take it back.
He left it tied down to the train track.
Jessie was a brave soul
but he lost himself at sea.
Now that's where he'll always be,
down in cold depths under sea.
and he won't take it back.
He left it tied down to the train track.
Jessie was a brave soul
but he lost himself at sea.
Now that's where he'll always be,
down in cold depths under sea.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
an idea, a start
I threw some colors on my window
just to see what I would see.
and painted with my finger
a scenery of trees
and a man down on his knees
saying to God please give me answers,
I swear I want to know.
Then the light came in.
just to see what I would see.
and painted with my finger
a scenery of trees
and a man down on his knees
saying to God please give me answers,
I swear I want to know.
Then the light came in.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Iraqi Sunset
You say you'll give a prayer for me;
I don't even know your name.
I promise I'll go carefully
if you swear to do the same.
So many things I could have been
but this is what I am:
A soldier trained to fight and kill
even though I never will.
Keeping these bruises in my shoulders
helps me forget the songs I've sung.
And it's strange to see how I'm getting older
when my heart still believes
I'll always be young.
While working in the desert sun
it's you I'm thinking of.
I'm trying hard to figure out
what to do with all this love
I'm feeling.
When I get home I'll make you marry me.
Restart my life with my new family.
Watching the sand shift in the desert
makes me remember ancient dreams.
And it's strange to see how I'm getting older
when my heart still believes
I'll always be young.
I'll always be young...
I'll always be young...
I don't even know your name.
I promise I'll go carefully
if you swear to do the same.
So many things I could have been
but this is what I am:
A soldier trained to fight and kill
even though I never will.
Keeping these bruises in my shoulders
helps me forget the songs I've sung.
And it's strange to see how I'm getting older
when my heart still believes
I'll always be young.
While working in the desert sun
it's you I'm thinking of.
I'm trying hard to figure out
what to do with all this love
I'm feeling.
When I get home I'll make you marry me.
Restart my life with my new family.
Watching the sand shift in the desert
makes me remember ancient dreams.
And it's strange to see how I'm getting older
when my heart still believes
I'll always be young.
I'll always be young...
I'll always be young...
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Setting Out
I'm finally on my way,
taking it to the waves,
getting back my sea legs.
I'm setting out.
See how the sea
shines so bright in the morning
I'll never give up again
until I'm done
I'm so tired of being me
holding on to severed ties reminds me how I make myself so lonely.
taking it to the waves,
getting back my sea legs.
I'm setting out.
See how the sea
shines so bright in the morning
I'll never give up again
until I'm done
I'm so tired of being me
holding on to severed ties reminds me how I make myself so lonely.
Seasons
I'm fairly sure that you were born with fire in your blood,
judging by the way you never let up.
Though we see in a different shade, I admire what you've made
of your soul and how you want to change the world.
Girl, you're messing with my seasons
the way you give me a reason
to smile through
this especially cold winter
I have barely felt since
I first met you.
When I look into your eyes I see a better world
and something there I wish it would live for.
As I turn my life to leave I long to hear your voice
say to me so soft and so sweetly:
There's enough heaven here for us;
there's no need to wait it out.
judging by the way you never let up.
Though we see in a different shade, I admire what you've made
of your soul and how you want to change the world.
Girl, you're messing with my seasons
the way you give me a reason
to smile through
this especially cold winter
I have barely felt since
I first met you.
When I look into your eyes I see a better world
and something there I wish it would live for.
As I turn my life to leave I long to hear your voice
say to me so soft and so sweetly:
There's enough heaven here for us;
there's no need to wait it out.
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