Currents

Just one more wish,
Before I close my eyes.
My weary mind disappears.
Trade words for song.
Sing what was wrong.
Days gone from dawn,
Swinging through my dream.
Up, out, and down.
Out through the sound.
Those lovely leaves,
They send spring with such relief.
Skies may still seem dark,
But still, that sun will shine.
What comes from new,
Will carry currents.
Bold and deep.
Reaching shores of years,
The masquerade gone sane.
Return from where I came.
I was here all along.

The Tide and The Sea

The tide turns a silhouette of change.
The resistance upon my face.
Forcing me to spin around.
Down to where I'll stay.
For now.
For what?
For this is why I pray.
New years, new fears.
With distant unapologetic ears.
Time has most certainly taken it's toll.
Rolling through the lowest of lows.
But as for now, I try to see.
What lies ahead.
The tide.
The sea.

Darling Dare

And so we take down shutdowns with our eyes. Slow shows, close calls, and nothing more than minds. When your perfect smile sings of simple complexity, those captivating stares will leave me staring at the sea. Conversation darling dare, dare to trust my symmetry. Coastal breeze bring me some heat. Coastal knees shake me some feet. Skip on through the undertows with midnight rows under the sand. Guitar chords please take that band where drummers drum to organ hands. The notes will veer into the cheer, the laughter and the cry. Hold still my dear, I do believe that someday we could shine.

Thoughts From Behind The Pew #1

Taken.
Candlelit.
Power out.
Streetlight dim.
High beam low.
Cruise through leaves with midnight glow.
Hills to home.
Roads alone.
Search for distance close.
Further from the past.
First to come from first to last.
I allow what you can stop.
Hold it out.
Holding down.
I'm your will and you're my soul.
Press your poets from mad gone sane.
Mumble sounds that form my days.
Many pockets but not enough change.
Turn from ears that hear my pain.
Step in front of feet that praise.
Here we go.
Another siren blares.
Have you been safe?
You raised your hand.
Your schools don't teach what trees will grow.
This skepticism stirs in concert halls.
Crawling up the wall of life.
Stripping down the ceiling fans.
Spinning round and round your clapping hands.
Worship more or worship less.
Chatter sings when you confess.
For what I bring is what you bless.
The law, the call, the sit, the stand.
The walk, the run, the sleep, the dance.
Underline the mystery.
Highlight the shame.
Dive into the empty pools of gospel homes.
Bells ring wet with tone.
Swimming with despair.
But shifting with her hair.
Out of her eyes.
Blind from mute to bind.
Vibe with bribes that vibrate skies.
Faking faker frowns.

Drain

Penny to the floor.
Ignoring what's been done.
Thrown out into the shadows.
Circumstance become.
My enemy of distraction.
So hopelessly unaware.
Breathe new life into the air.
Certainly not what I can share.

Words

More than what you think.
More than what I know.
Slow down.
Can't stop.
Your words are worth more.
Camera, take a shot.
Aperture, focus on thoughts.
Blur my face.
The pace will pull my mind.
Out of what I feel.
Out into the rain.
Calling out for you.
Sick and tired of nothing that compares.
Intrigued.
Impressed.
So incredibly so.
That which is calm has become silent.
Not quite sure what to do.
To say.
To feel.
To hear.
Maybe someday you'll know.

Courageous Symphony

Got a pocket full of nails.
Gonna hang you out to dry.
Your face from photographs.
I'm on the other side.
Changing channels.
Watching smiles.
Fifty miles.
Faking smiles.
Catch me if you can.
Step out into the street.
Courageous symphony.
Sing it back to me.