drift out of me
troublesome matter
and leave me behind
in the chaos you wreak
in every life you touch

We are chained
cell by cell, and I cannot
escape you except in the Blood
of Another

He is a man
in full exaltation,
lifting up flesh
and blood in
daily praise
to His Creator,
Redeemer

Bows in body
and spirit to
none but Him
who knew
the man before
he began to
call on His name

You are the poetry on my lips
the breath within these lungs
and the fire within this soul

To each day these bones
glorify the magnificence
of Your all abounding
yet at times, mystifying
Love, and death to
me so I might live
and lay claim
to this foolishness
the world will
never know...

Two warring factions -
anchored to these bones
sunken within this flesh,
fight and win, if momentarily,
moments where each
reigns within the throne of self

And I, but the vehicle of those
scenes must play the chooser
and crown what victor
may sit and rule this
kingdom of veins,
blood and bones.

I am lulled into a cadence of history
that is slowly crescendoing in my veins,
and seeping out of my fingers onto buttons
into blue electric waves,
kept away in the folds
of metalic grooves,
that sits within a frame
of an already progressing
crescendo.

To hope and to know
there is nothing within
that hope but to be led
to a greater Hope, and
rest easy in that...

We are incredibly
broken people,
wheeling through black space
in fragmented pieces
as the Son glimmers off
shiny, dull, sharp, and blunted
ends that mingle at times in this
course through the comsos

a toast

here is to the moment
I don't understand
the string of statements
you've put forth
in our conversations

and here is to the channel
that sometimes serves
as barrier to our
written moments

I won't tell you this -
this motion you create
in my day, like wind
whipping wide a slightly
opened door, like a strain
of melody coming through
the cracks of somewhere
and slips in to wind
around the self.

I won't tell you this -
this ruckus you make
as you mentally storm
through my mind
turn over points of view,
establish your presence
with a bantering self,
and cause chaos
equivalent to
an earthquake.

I won't tell you this -
but, you make my day.