FallenWe fell, and there was none to pick us up,
Divided in the darkness, eyes obscured,
We thought this loneliness was but the cup
To drink alone and merely be endured.
We fell without a friend to pick us up
And ached for healing, that we could be cured.
She fell, and there was none to stand upon
When seared her conscience was, and bound in chains,
And I fell too, my strength completely gone,
For I could weep no more, nor soothe my pains.
She fell, and fresh new battle lines were drawn,
For loss had bloomed where once was glorious gains.
I fell, and though light shone I walked in shade,
My soul revolting at the thought of food.
With nowhere left to go, what kind of aid
Could I expect? What solace to conclude?
I fell as hard as desperately I prayed
For evil to be overcome by good.
Land of the Blue SkyOutside there's nothing but the dark and dust,
As I keep watch inside a cozy train.
They're all asleep, so stay awake I must,
With no one but the moon outside my pane
To share about this journey whom I trust.
The city's a war waging deep in its soul,
Where the ancient and Soviet and new strive unsure,
Where the contrast is deep as the powerful pull
That widens between both the rich and the poor.
Come! Let's play a game of Uno!
It sounds like fun...I hope you know
It's hours of fun that run too slow.
As we accelerate, it hits me that we leave
With nothing but their memories. I grieve.
Though years go by, I still look to the sky.
Pillow TalkWith every passing night
the winter's passing grows a little colder,
And as I wake I find that I am loath
to swing my legs from bed a little older.
It's battle waged between the chill
and passion in my heart that does not smolder.
turn and find no one,
turn again, to no avail:
wish on a pillow
Contemplating the Futurelaid to final rest
past the foregone crest
never again to draw breath
the future looming
there is a life beyond death
winter's cold wind
winter's cold grasp
winter feels up
How to Love a SisterMy brother,
I see the way you care
But merely care, not hear her heartbeat.
You're not a callous man, but you must learn to dare
To run alongside her with fleet feet,
To hear her share, and bear
Two Months of SilenceA year ago, it seemed so wide,
The separation still undone,
For everything had seemed to ride
Upon the choices not yet spun,
Though fervently we prayed God's will to fully know
If we should keep in what we saw a year ago.
Was what we yearned for chased without
A hint of self-devotion served?
I could not say without a doubt
That God was what my heart preserved
Before all things, including you. And so I learned
That chasing dreams on our own terms was what we yearned.
But what was left when I had cast
Away those wishes for my gain,
I found, was hope your love would last,
Your love of Christ through deepest pain.
This hope was one that filled my soul and healed the cleft
With newfound passion for your heart. But what was left?
That car ride home was what convinced
Me that your growth was also mine,
And mine was yours. Your eyes evinced
The starting of a new design,
To keep your precious heart at peace and not to roam,
To shape your life and grow you 'til that car ride home.
PrioritiesSome tell me I might be
Taking this aim of a
Life lived eternally
Tell me, what's sixty years
Fretting and fidgeting
Next to forever with
Jesus my Lord?
Winter LoveLet us fall into the white
watching the world turn gray
we will burn candles in the night
let us fall, let us fall.
Cold winds blow it all away,
warm bodies in the firelight,
will winter's beauty stay?
A breath of snow stirs delight
ancient trees bow and sway
the way our limbs take flight
let us fall, let us fall.
How I Love YouHow I Love You
How do I love you?
Let me explain.
I feel a thrill up my spine
every time I say your name.
My heart is pounding in my chest
every moment that we meet.
And whenever you hold me in your arms,
you sweep me off my feet.
You are my breath and my life.
You are the only way I can exist.
I live for your embrace
I live for your kiss
Your nearness makes me laugh
and makes me cry
And if you ever leave me,
then I must surely die
A Place Love PlayedIt was late July or August,
When between the streets we strolled.
Felt the warm night’s breeze upon us,
As our bidding hearts were sold
To each other. In the darkness
Laughs and lusts went intertwined.
A spark, intense, relentless sharpness,
Love’s dagger struck my spine.
So through the lines that marked the road,
We danced all night, no beds.
Gave in to push and pulls bestowed
By chemicals in our heads.
You walked me home, I walked you back,
We found we couldn't leave.
Though hard we tried, could not detach,
Hearts tangled in our sleeves.
Between our homes, we quit this.
Half way seemed fair and sane.
Surprising, yet expected, a kiss,
The breaking point of tame.
Now time to go, it’s early,
The sun’s spying on our embrace.
She smiled, bright and pearly,
And left without a trace.
Though now we’re sparse, I promise
I’m left without regret
Of that night, late July or August,
When our lips first softly met.
Come la proie du tigre,
Et portée par le vent de nul part
Ou la paix arrive enfin pour moi, solitaire.
Je suis apprivoisée, mon amour;
Je suis votre et vous:
Her First ChristmasHer First Christmas
Remember, my readers,
She was born long before
The morning when Jesus
Was refuted to be born
She never sang carrolls
At the corner with friends
But she had to spend every night alone
Till the end
But now she lies blissfully
At my side without care
Grateful to her divine parents
For sending her there
Her eyes shine like the stars
That shine on that night
And illuminate my room
With their gay twinkling light
And her face shines like a moon
And rivals the one up above
And what does she want most from Santa this year?
"Just give me all your sweet love!"
Soneto para LeilaO mundo inteiro hoje a mim se apega
E cala no silêncio que repete
Meu grito ensandecido que reflete
A voz que de teu ventre parte e cega
O Lobo guarda hoje a dose certa
Da essência entorpecente que recebe
Um deus tão poderoso cala e pede
A paz que de teu beijo parte a entrega
Não fosse a poesia de tua alma
Não fosse o denso verde dos teus gestos
Seria a divindade do teu canto
E nessa tempestade insana e calma
As flores talvez façam o que não presto:
Dizer a ti, mau anjo, o quanto a amo