not one is better

You see me when I’m weak and every time I fall apart,
You know my every thought and the desires of my heart.
How can you love me when you know where I’ve been?
And will you love me when I fail time and time again?

You see where I’m headed, what if the worst is yet to be?
I know I should fear nothing as long as you are holding me.
But can you love me despite the war in my mind?
Can you love me like I am your perfect design?

Do you still care although you’ve watched me walk away?
Choosing to leave while you were begging me to stay.
I’m done with leaving you but I’m afraid of making plans,
Will you save me when I start slipping through your hands?

I don’t have all the answers, it’s out of my control,
But when I hear your voice, it calms my aching soul.
Your promise is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,
You made an oath and you gave me your word.

You said your love is unchanging, no matter what I do,
So I want nothing more than to be true to you.
Because out of all this life’s pleasures, not one is better,
Beginning in this moment, I’m yours until forever.

the constant

My moods are fleeting, they change on a dime
I’ve been cursed with a wretched, fickle mind

Sometimes I can’t keep the highs and lows apart
There is no translation for the feelings of my heart.

But you are the one true constant I can find,
In a sea of changing faces and racing time

Everything is a blur that slowly slips away
But you are forever, every moment, you are the way.

us against the world

I’m coming home to you, away from my own chaos;
Alone in this world, my soul is being sucked dry.
Spinning, racing, stumbling and lost,
My heart has been wrung with the aches of this life.

But you’ve been here with your arms open wide
And you love me so much that you give me the choice,
For so long I’ve been choosing to take the painful ride
But now I will rest in the calm of your voice.

Now when I feel like I can’t take any more
And every last bit of hope in me has died,
You remind me that it’s us against the world
And there’s no one better to have on my side.

hallelujah, by & by

I think of the day we’ll have to say goodbye,
I think it might end a silent cry,
We’re not going to make it out,
It’s only true.

I dropped to the ground, my back against the wall,
There’s not always something there when you need to fall.
The world looks dark sometimes,
And I feel darker too.

This is how I feel at the end of the day,
I think of what will remain when I fly away;
If I don’t make my mark now,
There’s nothing I can do.

But in a world that can be so unkind
Maybe it’s better to leave nothing behind.
When it comes to be my final hour,
I’ll float away and start anew.

beneath the golden sun

My heart is filled with sounds of Happy
That carry me along the surface of the sea.
Though there are beasts below me and surrounding,
Their roaring threats don’t frighten me.

I see lust in their horrible faces
With jagged teeth and fiery eyes
They thrash about, bodies encircling,
Me as their prey–I’m sure to die.

But if the beasts are going to eat me
And peel my limbs off one by one,
A lovely place to lose it all
Is here beneath the golden sun.

I tell the tide my little stories,
The ones that life has made for me,
And as the waters fade to crimson,
The sun is shining on the sea.

paper harmony

No time for rhyming and timing each phrase on my tongue,
My brain screams, “Let It out!” but sometimes It simply will not come.

It gathers flowers and dances and rests well in my mind;
With friends over, It tells stories over bottles of wine.

But once the days pass, It will seep out slowly
and It certainly is excellent and charming company.

It takes to my pen and whispers softly to her;
It has become the inspiration for her every word.

Now she glides over the page like she’s made with honey,
And in the embrace of my fingers, she sings sweetly to me.

Songs of love and wonder create each graceful stroke;
With every trace of my pen, a more beautiful note.

for tomorrow

When I’m alone, I am okay,
sometimes there isn’t much to say:
Peace is Peace and War is War,
a crash before it hits the floor.
They could sit and talk forever,
but in the end they won’t have come together.

I’m just waiting for those thoughts I’ve never heard,
when all is said with just one word;
He will take my hand and lead me away
to where the rain is gone and everything’s okay.
And tomorrow the world will strike such beautiful poses,
like a baby falling onto petals of roses.

the suite

We have a view of the street, floor-to-ceiling glass,
in a building high above the movement of the city;
Just another high-rise, gridlocked cars, people rushing.
Streaks of water run down the windows from the evening rain.

However picture-perfect, however calm and still,
there’s always something changing,
nothing ever stays the same.

But for now, time is frozen in our something-of-a hiding place.
Behind the curtains, glass cold to the touch,
tiny figures down below, tucked in covered corners,
sideways rain piercing the wet pavement,
headlights reflecting streams of white and gold.

There’s always something changing,
(all the while, you’re holding me close).

works of art

If I could be a work of art,
Something written from the heart,
I’d be a poem, not a book;
(A poem gets a second look).

There’s nothing like creating prose;
Getting past the thorns to find a rose.
Sometimes it’s days to get it right
And other times the pen takes flight.

I’m floating home from work today,
(I don’t like freeways anyway).
There’s something strange inside my head;
I was feeling sparks but now they’re dead.

Frankly, I feel undercover,
Like an abandoned secret lover.
My soul is veiled in something dull;
Sometimes this mind is just a skull.

color & light

Something tells me that it’s magic
gently sliding over me
like raindrops on a warm Southern night.

And someone warned me that it’d be over
the very moment it began-
in a flash of color and light.

But standing here counting stars
and watching them plunge
from the deep blue galaxy,
silent and still;
I feel a rush of Eternity.