I feel transparent to your eyes
you know me well so I can't hide
the pain I bottle up within
from chances lost for love again...
I feel it every time I see
what may have been for her and me.
So time time after time I hide the pain
and do my crying in the rain
where no one can see the tears you cry
for they mix with rain as it blows by,
and the only way to tell tears from rain
is only one betrays your pain.
So I dry my face and smile again
and push the tears down deep within
and hear the thunder say aloud
the sound of heartache in the clouds.
And feel the harsh, cold rain embrace
the tears that flow upon my face
and
Sometimes I wonder if its worth
the mask I wear to hide the hurt.
The outer shell I show to all
but they don't see when I trip and fall.
But the inner me few people know
I push it deep and never show
the scared little boy I am within
when all alone, I fight to win
the constant battle going on
between what is right and what is wrong.
And out of sight but always there
is the sense of fear that fills the air;
Still scared of the dark after all these years,
Still scared to let go of my tears,
Scared to drop my hardened shell
that I've worn so long and kept so well.
Scared to let somebody in
afraid to let them close again.
Scare
Each night I see you in my dreams
and I know you are the one for me.
And even though I've never met
this beauty of an angel yet,
I hope and pray that someday soon
our eyes will meet across a room
and instantly we'll know for sure
this is the day we waited for.
Cross the room and gazes meet
I hold my breath, so scared to breathe.
Afraid that it's another dream
where I awake as you reach for me.
Both amazed at how unreal
love at first sight finally feels.
My heart beats faster as we stand
close enough to take your hand.
I see the details of your face
and can't help think of your embrace.
Our eyes are locked and time stands st
Each night I see you in my dreams
and I know you are the one for me.
And even though I've never met
this beauty of an angel yet,
I hope and pray that someday soon
our eyes will meet across a room
and instantly we'll know for sure
this is the day we waited for.
Cross the room and gazes meet
I hold my breath, so scared to breathe.
Afraid that it's another dream
where I awake as you reach for me.
Both amazed at how unreal
love at first sight finally feels.
My heart beats faster as we stand
close enough to take your hand.
I see the details of your face
and can't help think of your embrace.
Our eyes are locked and time stands st
The first day I met you
on that Sunday morning
my mind went to thinking
and my heart went to soaring.
A vision of beauty
an angel of grace
and also apparent
by the smile on your face
was your love for your Savior
who freed us from sin
a fresh new creation
born over again.
And that was the start
of a feeling that grew
deep in my heart of all hearts...
My Love for You
Deeper than the deepest ocean
it's a feeling I have
full of love and emotion.
Higher than all the high mountain tops
always know that my love for you never will stop.
I searched the world over
to explain how I feel.
Only four words will do...
My Love Fo
Where to Start? Where to End?
She started out as just a friend.
In my heart it now has grown
with you I'm more than I am alone.
I pray and ask but all I get
is "Wait my child, I'm not done yet".
Her hair itself seems to shine
with a light that's all its own
and gently flutters in the wind
as she walks the long road home.
Skin as smooth as purest silk
yet just as smooth and fine.
And my heartbeat nearly doubles
as I hold her hand in mine.
Lips just as red and full
as cherries in the spring
and from these lips come a song
that sounds like angel's wings.
And in the center of this vast
expanse of beauty fair,
is a sparklign
Walls that people build inside
walls that's made of foolish pride.
Bricks of envy, stones of hate
that wouldn't happen if we'd wait
on what our Father has to say
before we start to choose our way.
But inthis life of goals and dreams
patience is in lack it seems.
Never taking time to pray
before we rush to start our day.
Never talking to The One
who loves us so He sent His Son
to come and die for all our sins
and make in us His home within.
To cleanse us of the scarlet stains
upon our soul and make us clean.
Who loves us more than His own life
and so he died to calm our strife
and rose again up to the sky
so we'll live with
Perched above the darkened Earth
I watch the toils of fallen souls.
Some are struggling from their birth
others seek to gain control.
Screams of torment fill the air
aftershocks from sin and shame.
Beat their chests and pull their hair
scorch themselves with words of flame.
Stalked and hunted, every one
some in ignorance, some aware.
Devoured daily by their lusts
and yet they burn without a care.
Always thinking of themselves
crucified on crosses of greed.
Placing dreams on dusty shelves
a sacrafice to mammon's need.
Wrapped and buried in their sin
isolation is the norm of life.
A plan to make them whole again
to shield the
Walking through the darkened trees
feel the bones and dust beneath.
Soft as marble, warm as stone
drawing, drawing further on...
Clearing in the trees ahead
branches tearing in my flesh.
Far too painful to dismiss
with the softness of a razor's kiss.
Hesitation at the edge
scared to tumble o'er the ledge
want to stop but too far gone
drawing, drawing further on...
Strangers both in shrouded hoods
one is evil, the other good.
Both stretch out their hand to me
I must choose just one it seems.
Thinking, probing watching both
for any clue, for any hope.
But I feel as though all hope is gone
drawing, drawing further on...
Rash
Stumble bumble fall and fumble
anything to make a rhyme.
Pile of papers in the corners
wasting so much precious time.
Just as bad as kryptonite.
Worse than pebbles in your socks.
The feeling writers try to fight.
The gremlin known as Writer's Block.
Laying in your bed at night
perfect poems fill your head.
Pull on shorts, turn on the light
grabbing paper, pen in hand.
But as soon as buttcheeks hit the chair
poems flutter into the night.
Bang your head against the wall
All I want to do is write!!!
I'm not a picky guy in life
I take it cold or take it hot.
But why is it that every time
I try to write I hit that block!?!
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