I live.

I live in the rehlm of the uncommon 

Within the company of the not forgotten

Because what you got, 

is what they’re not

When it’s all over you’ll be at the top

You’ve got the fire for a phantom dream, 

The uncommon means, 

Your eyes are on fire,

They’ve got that gleam. 

Walking those halls with your head hung low, 

Storing the fire way down below

You’re different from them, 

it was what you feared. 

But child don’t judge yourself, 

by the company of peers. 

Because what you got, 

is what they’re not, 

and when high school is all forgotten,

you’ll live in the realm of the uncommon. 

Keep the fire for that phantom dream. 

Fishing for answers

Ive never encountered such a complicated knot of questions than that about my own vulnerability.

I’m addicted to overcoming obstacles, perhaps to the point of seeking out obstacles if there are no immediate challenges to be found.

Humbleness and fear creeps in when I realize I’m not in control. Exposing past pain and vulnerable areas puts me in an unpredictable emotional position, and I do fear the consequences of letting those soft spots surface.

Grace

I see myself in the shadows 
of the things that I lack

The goals that I carry 
are things to unpack

Are they things that I can taste 
or am I grasping the wind

If I’m working my gifts
 maybe it’s a thing I can win.

If I can feel a lead 
from a passionate prayer,

I know that in pursuit of God 
it will take me there. 

The journey is never over
 so why would I stop

Finding the footsteps
 where his grace has dropped 

Still Voice

My heart is all noise of screaming and chatter,

if I could stand still as I’d quite honestly rather,

I could spread my wings high and silence the sounds, 

and think a bit between the audible rebound. 

I’m trying to live, I know what to do, 

And in between breaths there’s echoes of you. 

you know my walls

All these things I can’t control

So I’m knocking, knocking at your door 

Have you been waiting at the doorstep?

As I surrender my need to surrender?

The answer is in my questions oh Lord. 

You pursued me, because I wouldn’t have come on my own. 

I’m praying for your fame, your glory, your honor. You know my path, my leaving and coming. 

Press through my walls, hold my hand. 

Let your holy wind push down and lift me up.

Season’s Conflict

I can hear acceleration whirring churning

Under the deep unmoving slumber 

Do not be caught without a thought

When all the green breaks through 

Excitement comes like a gift

When the frozen winds no longer sift 

Through the branches sleeping, hanging

Burdened by the sinuous ice.

Strong and slowly, roots will wake

Up and up, with urgency to break

Open wide the grand surprise, 

Spring is coming to winter’s demise 

Garden

I have visions in my head today 

Visions of gardens today

Dipping toes in the water and all kinds 

of flowers today

Something my heart I protected yesterday 

Something I couldn’t let sway and yet

It flowers away. 

What if it was just me 

and no one else could really see 

These visions of what I think may be 

my destiny 

I have visions of colors today, 

The petals between my toes today 

There’s no explanation for the ecstasy 

I laugh with the breezes 

Between my fingers it squeezes 

If you could feel it you’d hold it like me

I guess my job is to help you see 

Vibrations cause me to travel 

So the picture will unravel

Piece it back together for you and me

And then we’ll hang it in a tree 

When I fall asleep

If I die before I wake

 I pray the lord my soul to take

But if I live to see more days

 I pray I use that time to praise 

The sun comes up but once a day

  Just enough time to live and pray

The darkness follows ever near

  Pursuing us with its healthy fear

So now I lay me down to sleep

  I know the Lord, my soul will keep

And when I'm took to light divine

  Together live, in a love sublime