Drop Lightning, pt 2

I called thunder from the sky
when it came i froze
I asked for a change of course
You woke the winds
in new directions
land is in sight
but nothing feels right

if lightning never strikes twice
should I care if it strikes once
should I hold breath in anticipation
for the reverb?

You tell the water where to stop
so drop lightning again
for I am Gideon
thick skulled
with a lack of confidence
in my ability
to decipher
the signs

To My Bride, My Love

A lamentation of the One
Who Sits at the Right Hand

I wrote you a poem
but you will probably
never read it
nor will anyone speak
to you about it
you have turned a deaf ear
to my creative endeavors

[unless of course they bring you
some sort of gain]

since you don't understand me
you push me away
you have grown cold toward me
taking pride and joy
over your love of the me you
have imagined
but not the me that
i am

cold? no, rather
a mild 75 degrees
not cool enough to refresh
not warm enough to revive
we were once alive
but you have become
preoccupied with making sure
you know my content
yet by not knowing my cadence
you fail to comprehend
the depths of my love

i would die for you
a thousand times over

[since once does not
seem to be enough]

call me stubborn
call me single minded
call me jealous
all this is true
and more

i won't relent
until you and i are one

i have paid the price
you are mine and i am yours
my love

please
do not turn from me
i have eyes only for you

i will never forsake you,
Your Beloved

Shiver Me Timbers

I be a scurvy pirate
ye be a saucy wench
i know not where you came from
or where on earth you went
i sail the salty seas
in search of where you've been
without you, the booty in me coffers
is nary made of tin
the sails and course be set
the jolly roger hanging high
thar be no warmth in my heart
no matter how hard i try

i be a scurvy pirate
ye be a saucy wench
but i love ye just the same
i'd give up ship and sea
for you to be me dame

Paper or Plastic

The earth spins at approximately
one thousand and thirty-eight miles an hour
around a flaming ball of gas
thousands of times its size
and I am here checking you out

-beep-
[Did you find everything okay?]
-beep-

I've seen children crying
children dying in the streets
while you whine about how
we're out of sugar-free-organic-whateve

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I hold my tongue

-beep-
[Will this be all for you today?]
-beep-

Africa is slowly fading
from war and disease
Asia is going through a
spiritual and cultural revolution
you tabloid reads "sex" across the cover

-beep-
[Your total comes to $129.67]
-swipe-

the world is spinning fast
the day is new every morning
life is ripe for the taking
between you and me
I'd rather not be here
checking you out

We May Be Sawn In Two

break my heart
for it is occupied by another
break my heart
for it is focused on another
break my heart
for You

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Stop! Stop! Stop!
I can't hear myself think!

where did all of this come from
who allowed it to be
transforming from simple
analog pleasures
to digital dirigibles
dropping bombs of
distraction
on unsuspecting masses
of faithless believers
communicating through
mouse clicks and
numeric pages
leaving comments
and thumbs up
while speakers play
the latest download

stop!

how many times will
that song play before
i associate it with dancing
cavemen and auto insurance
when will pavlov sing
my song
so i know when and where
to eat my over processed
excuse for meat
passed off as a complete
meal when in reality
it is nothing more that air
and sugar
never mind the lie that
eating this will make me happy
make me feel like a king
long live the fast food nation
long live the iPod generation
the don't have time for real
conversation
please text in your vote for the newest
sensation

stop!

i have trouble distinguishing
my thoughts from the
flickering pixels invading my soul
has my perception of reality
been compromised
from this constant intake
of sight and sound
talking heads
sexy celebs
orbit my mind
secretly influencing
my decision making process
my reasoning ability
as my higher brain functions
go into recess
i am faced with admitting
my cyber addiction

stop!

watch as i attempt to unplug
attempt to sever the connection
attempt to reclaim life
and let it flow from
every fiber of my being
Lord give me grace and dancing feet
i will dance for you
like a shepherd king
overcome with joy
though i walk in the valley of
digital death
i will lift my eyes
beyond lcd hi-def
flashing screens
toward the heavens where
the Creator of
butterflies and dandelions
dwells

Drop Lightning Like It's Hot

I am twenty two
and confused
i am stumbling
in the dark
without a clue
all i have are
my predecessors'
flashlights
my peers'
night lights
what i need is a
spotlight
to pierce the fog
and show me the way
back home
to where ever
i should be

with every headline
i am reminded
that this is not
my home

but where is?

let fire fall
from the heavens
let a thunderous
voice proclaim

Come hither and
no further

Do this, that
and the other
for it has been blessed

i am seeking revelation
but You are less revealing
than amish pornography
i am more wanting
than a crack head
five days without a hit

if Your face has
turned from me
i will spin in cartwheels
to grab Your attention

drop lightning like
it's hot and say

This one you shall marry
Be fruitful and multiply

anything would be great
really
a whisper through the night
anything

my nose is flat
from too many
doors closed in my face
my arms are sore
from broken oars
if there's a waterfall
ahead
please give me warning
i know how to swim
i just need a little
warning