Some Poetry...

Lingering Memory

It was in the stillness of the night
Your face lingered before my eyes
Like never before I am drawn
Stirred by this passion within
Waiting ever so patiently
For your love to awaken me
How this has come about
In many ways I do not doubt
You are my love
My true reason to be
To give my all and still
Have breath within me to breathe
You steal my heartBurning me alive on fire within
Rain falls like angels’ tears
The nights we spend apart
If for a moment I could hold you close
I love you my dearAnd always want to have you near
Never let me suffer such loss
You give me hope to live
That with hope love will fail me not
I have found my one and only
My true love
Be with me for eternity and
I will love you like you have never known…



Jaded Rose

The looking glass is smudged
Making it hard to see
But this heart inside is jaded
Making me what I may be
Sweet misery of days past
Seeing tomorrows turn to today
Yesterdays are regrets as time slips away
The future is faded
The hour glass broken by all
The words that you have spoken
I was a memory until today
When you opened your eyes and prayed
Red like a rose that smelled so new
Withered with the rest of your used
Fight it with all this might
Make it what you will
Jaded not quite right
Thriving on remnants of the shadows At midnight
Lips that feel no more
And a kiss as cold as ice
Sleeping in a beauty that reminds you
Of a love long ago
That would have last
Eyes empty of light without your spark
Crying tears will come no more
What was once innocent and new
With all of you is broken, jagged
Ruined from the inside out and jaded
Knowing you has taken away
So much more than what I gave to you
Leaving this distilled heart alone to brew



Sweetly Unseen

Sweetly he bled
Sweetly he suffered
Sweetly he died
Torn to shreds on the tree at Calvary
Gruesomely he was ripped open and beaten
Pouring forth that precious grace for you and me
Viciously they tore at him like wild animals
The King of all Kings
They jeered, mocked, and cruelly teased
As quietly as he came
He went in tremendous unbelievable agony
His final words shook like thunder in his quiet whisper
“Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”
His last act the proof of his very existence
Still thinking of others while nails
Retched him from that tree
He was bruised and broken,
Soldier after man unwontedly fulfilling prophecy
That not one of them could have foreseen
Every word spoken long before it played out
In the stark darkness in the shadows of those hills
Those that were witness to such horrific atrocities
To the Son of Man
Were glimpsing the as yet unknown
A beauty like none other was unfolding
Through the final breaths he was to breathe...

To My Beating Heart (The Catch 22 of Love)

So tell me if I will ever have my chance at this thing called love
Be still my heart; let not this beating fool you.
For this is only the beginning and heartbreak is but a beat away.
Don't ask if this be not love because if it is
It will paralyze you with terror
But don't ask if this be not love
For it will sting too great to reclaim that which is rightfully yours
Instead, hold onto hope for it is sturdy and reliable
Keeping the most vulnerable hearts protected
With hope, love will fail me not...



Still Heart In Hand

I stand before you with my still heart in hand
Just moments ago
My blood ceased to flow and
my beating heart lay still in my hands
I thought that this was love
so I gave it my all
But instead I was left standing here with this pain
Slowly the darkness crept in and took over
Squeezing the life from this once thriving heart
Scarred tissue and torn apart blackened by hatred
Bitterness became the blood line in which all emotions flowed
So I came to you with my still heart in hand
With tears in my eyes and head hung low
I cried out to you to take my heart back
to revive and hold for safekeeping
You took my heart and the moment
it was back in your hands it pumped
(even surged) and flowed blood red
It was then without a word
That I realized it was you I truly love
It was you all along my heart belonged to
It was never mine to give
For without you I would be left standing
with my still heart in hand...



Worth The Wait (A Love Sonnet)

"Is true love worth the wait
Or has all this been foolish pride
Taken to trickery and fallen to passion's hopeless bait
A forsaken placed where none abide
Where words are weapons of misuse
Lies replace what is truth
An endless pattern of terrific abuse
Therein bring the answer of proof
The one to be of pure and holy intent
One likeness: heart, soul, and mind
Like Him, the one who was lovingly sent
Together as three in one will he bind
No power beyond can withstand
What God in perfection makes, will stand."