I don't know if this is poetry, but it fit better here. 6/12/11

I feel like I know you only in seasons, that my heart only listens/can listen when things are good; I hate my rocky soil. If I bloom when blooming conditions are perfect, but have my petals blown away in a steady wind, am I still a flower?

I conclude that, yes I am. But how will anyone know?

A new post, getting back to basics.

For those who keep up with my posts, sorry for the delay in posting, I have not really been writing that much this year; at least with an audience in mind. This particular selection doesn't really have a title but, from the themes present one could safely assume some sort of title relating to "Sacrifice". So for the sake of appearing to be a casual and free-thinking person I will "randomly" and in an "inspired fashion" call this piece "Sacrifice".

I wrote this in response to a year in choir and it features ideas that were brought up in the themes of our concerts and conversations regarding our musical selections.

If I could sacrifice the content of my heart to you, I would

But then I start to question if you really are good.

Because I don't think that I'd give in to you, unless you were right

Though I've given in to wrong things in shades of night.

In the dark, it's easier to hurt this heart,

With permanent bruises and everlasting scars.

Not that you can't fix that, but it takes an effort I can't yet make

The sin in my heart says, "It'll be fine, let it break."

My heart yells, "I NEED RESTORATION!"

My heart screams, "I NEED RENEWED SALVATION!"

My heart pleads, "Why this hesitation?"

You plainly say, "I'll allow this temptation, to rot in your soul,

Until you surrender and give me control."

So I sacrifice the content of my heart to you oh God as I should,

Believing and knowing now, that you truly are good.

Believing and knowing now, that you've healed this heart

Believing and knowing now, that you've given me a new start

Believing and knowing now, that you have set me free

Which can now only take place by embracing slavery.

For as a Slave of Righteousness you have called me forth

To worship you in your splendor and pay honor to your worth

Continued praises issued from within do sing

Out of a now more humble heart, sacrificed to my king.

In the Desert

I wrote this a few weeks back in Synoptic Gospels. To me it sounds self-explanatory but, if it is not you can ask about it.

In the Desert.

If the Word of God be better than food,

the eyes of God have a superior view.

The wisdom of God is more precious than life

and living, real living, is not the law; it's the light.

If the Word of God be better than food,

adjust my eyes to the superior view.

Random thoughts from last few weeks.

You make me wish that I were more bold,

because I told you the truth but,

I get afraid of acting on that truth.

My heart aches, sometimes I think that I should stop trying.

I think though that I should not give up but,

I need to remember that a woman will not be able to solve all my problems.

If a consistent flow of inconveniences could constitute tragedy,

Mercutio and Tybalt my companions be.

We start at a young age the habits and traits that we find meaningful

and useless are the new.

Birds fly without aim but

they always know where they are going.

A man flies without aim

he is most surely lost.

When I fly

I always feel lost.

More haikus written in class

Penguins like to dance
sporadically dancing
Brr! Antarctica.


Sitting in the class
listening to faithful prayer
God, I'm so tired.


The trapeze artist
in flight fears fatal falls but,
still kisses the sky.


These next three are all together

Sin invades the heart
and the man may choose to hide
but, God still sees him.

Sleep evades the man
while he devises plans
in the deepest dark.

Plans quiet the man
who quakes in a sleepless night
who can know his heart?

I wrote all of these about three weeks ago maybe longer. But, it was fun. I was sitting in class completely unengaged and it helped me think a little more clearly. That was a good day.

Random Haiku Poems

The wind sails swift
while autumnal leaves fall slow
winter is coming

Birds fly quickly by
though uncertainty also
evades the hunter

Fish never want air
but man needs precious water
who catches who, huh?

(for fans of 'The Office')
The best bears are black
battlestar galactica
FALSE! Brown bears eat beets

Baseball games won late
encourage the rowdy fans
to take taxis home

A bag of chips crushed
tastes always the same as a
bag thats uncrushed

Nova Scotians are
characteristically
kind in November.

Oranges are the
sweetest in a snowstorm's rage
though pears like the rain

A new post

I wrote this the day after Valentines Day but, it doesn't anything to do with romantic love or a lack of romantic love.


A Heartache (Don't worry it's the good kind)

Sometimes in this aching heart,
I wonder if I've done my part, because
I understand that the world goes on without me,
but then I wonder how it is that I've seen.
Good things on this planet dwell,
when everyone says that it's gone to hell.
I think there, then has been some hyperbole
and it gets to the point where others can't see.
That this all still belongs to the Father
and it's easier to believe this rather
than thinking that nearly all is lost
when in reality we've never felt the cost.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm addicted to rhyming
it is very clear that this is the timing
to get up and then get moving
listen to the Word and then find a soothing
from the Son in his infinite love.
Let your past be a reminder and
not something that will hinder
the progress that you'll be sure to make
while your heart, in anticipation aches.