jiminey cricket

I wish
that i
could
just take
her by the hand
and take off
running
without regard
without regret
without repressing
my true feelings
but it's much easier
said
than done it seems
it's hard enough
just to keep from staring
head to toe
there is a certain glow
about her
unexplained
yet it's there
i see it
and when eyes
meet
one second seems
like a lifetime of
dreams come true
i pray to god
these ones will
that we can
be free
to be freely
inlove
such a
simply complex
childishly complicated
thing
LOVE
can turn out to be
not usually for
the lovers
but for the
spectators
trying so hard
to be
involved
helpful
insightful
encouraging
wise
true
noble
it never turns out
that way though
they should really
leave love
to those in love
so that they
can spend
hours talking
hours staring
hours dreaming
so that
one day
when God
sees fit
those dreams
will come true

a poem meets a play

Upon a golden hill
A poem meets a play
Under starlit sky
Over street light
Epiphanies
A symphony of confusion
Is the soundtrack
For the occasion
As verses collide
With lines
In the most unusual ways
Then
Symphony gives way
To a chorus of love
As dreams once dreamt
Come true when
A poem meets a play

pigeons

News travels by way
Of carrier pigeon
Against the
Winds of change
And chance
Happens that
The news is
Marvelous
Heart skips
A beat
From those
Eyes
That freeze
Icy blue
Pristine
So it goes
I send the
Pigeon back
And thorugh a crack
In the door
He skoots across the floor
Toward this vision of
Beauty
Box checked "yes"
Rush of emotion
Water soaks
Fabric worn
More pigeons fly
Paths unmarked
Chaotic
Confusing
Desicions to be made
Not based on petty
Scraps of paper
By the heart
Behind
Those icy eyes
That burn this
Splitered wooden soul
Staring out
Streak free
Window pane

that one girl

Piercing
Like a knife
To the lungs
Her eyes
Gaze
Peer
Delve
Into my soul
Her beauty
Screams angelic
Yet i
Feel inclined
To retract
Retrace my steps
To the beginning
Of it all
To see what happened
Through it all
Was i blind or
Just too stupid to see
That my
Invitations never
Returned back to me
In retrospect
Everything looks
So plain
And i
I
Look so lame
While she
She looks the same
Same heavenly beauty
As when eyes first met
Same glow
Radiance
Grace
And i
I
Look so lame
But it's okay now
I'm over
That hurdle now
Yet i still look
Over my shoulder
To see her
One
Last
Time

Sense of Humor

I wonder where
The wind is blowing
Tonight is cold
Yet the air is warm
Sails billow
Against desired destination
Should i continue
Or change course
Go with the wind
Or destroy the hull
Do what i want
Or do what is needed
O God
Show me the way
How is this fair
Why is it hard
For birds
To fly against
The current
Of the air

Anticipation of the Closing Curtain

And the clock struck nine

just let me die

why, o God
am i not dead
when i should be
stricken by
lightning
straight to
the heart
of the problem
my troubled soul
right on
right off
all at once
yet knowing the right
it can't be me
but the sin
that dwells
within
Jesus
save me
from myself
tonight