Sleep

He coaxes the morning into waking
Sun rising, temperatures elevating

but why can’t i rise?
stuck in nightmarish sleep

when will the morning come
and my mourning end?

This cycle seems unbreakable

taken from righteousness
and dashed against the ocean’s stone

the darkest floor steals my sight
as my lungs fill with sand and water

Surrounded by unbelief
held down by the weight of the ocean itself

Who comes to save me
drowning in the dark

have i slipped Your grasp?
Your morning doesn’t even reach this depth..

sink me
with the ships of old

All i wanted was a hand to hold
on to, and maybe rise to the surface

and breathe Your air.

but air doesn’t reach this depth

if i stretch out my hand,
will You try to reach it?

if i struggle for air,
will You try to breathe into me?

O, why can’t i rise
from this nightmare

stirring in wake-less sleep

where are the foxes
brushing their tails over my eyes

keeping me from waking

a wish to wake with the waking sleepers.

why can’t i rise?

why can’t i rise?

Bacon and Nemo

The end never came
the world never ended
sitting on my bed

listening to sounds of things frying
and movies quietly playing

i lay in remorse
i cringe at myself

how am i so circular
how do i fall

so frequently
why do i ignore the signs

why do i let things get worse

the sound of things frying
my movie softly playing

we lay in regret
remorse and great fear

as pain and loss grip us

my vision falls to pieces

Who Was It?

who was it that i followed?
who was it that i said i was?

who was it again?

in this world without mirrors
i’ve lost my identity

slowly morphing the world around me

this outward glance
looking deep inside

the feigning stance
quietly disappeared

into my slouching on all fours
where did i stand?

why did i stand?

did i always
roll in my own filth?
eat off the floor?
sleep in the dirt?

my words are nothing

did i always have no meaning?

did i ever carry any weight?

did i always gnaw through my shelter?
did i always eat what cared for me?

the world is barren

my thoughts are fading

i think i was something else
or someone else..

a voice rings in my ears
in a language i no longer understand

did i ever understand this language?

the questions continue to mount

so i raise my head
and release a mournful yell

directed at nothing

but the dull light in the sky

frustration wins out
and i slump to the ground

alone in this grey

this noise in my head won’t stop
and thirst overwhelms me

the noise rings louder as i near the water
i close my eyes and lower my head to drink

when i open my eyes
i see something staring  back at me

and the ringing turns to murmurs
shock turns to fear
and murmurs turn to whispers

my fear withers to shame

my head falls in my hands

as the words ring clear:

"where are you going?
you, who i formed

don’t forget what you look like
don’t forget my face

my son
my son

why do you howl to the moon?

you were made to stand tall
and sit with me at the table

not lap up spills
and eat crumbs from the floor.

my son
my son

my heart breaks
over your broken state

don’t forget me
don’t forget me

i will never forget you
don’t forget my voice

my son
my son

my love will never cease
my fight for you will never end

you never have to run in shame
i will always fight for you
i will always love you

my son
my son

how i love you”

the fur i never had
fell to the ground

my eyes blur
but see the skin of my hands
catching droplets of what seems to be water

i remember who i was
i know who you are

i may never understand why you persist

but i will always love you
even when i don’t know who i am
even when i think i’ve forgotten who you are

you never leave me..

oh father
my father

The Past

it bites more than just my own heels
it snaps at loved ones and brings back
the strangest of feelings

…

all i can say right here
and right now

is that i’ve never been so sure

i’ve never understood love and relationships

until i survived hell with you

and now i know

i know what love does

and is

and i know

without over reaching cliche

that i love you

the sound of beauty in the forest

the provider of shade in the heat of day

the changer of colors from summer to fall

my growing leaf

you are a treasure

and i’m not giving you up.


i have a strong, flourishing tree to take care of

and a dead burned-to-the-root sapling to dispose of

failed gardens of years past
won’t haunt us now

the forest ahead of us is too beautiful
pruned and well taken care of
to be fearful now

so rest in where we are headed
and sleep sweetly

Captain of Captains (The King of Pirates)

Warriors of all Warriors

we are the first and last division

the banner rises
like the sun in the east

our temperature rises
waving our symbol of defiance

that black flag


we are the dogs of the sea
the scourge of the world
and her Governing bodies

not of men
but for them

we fight against the tide
and these dark times

death is the symbol

for the life we found after
laying our very existence down

for the Captain
and His cause

more than plunderers
more than conquerors

we unite under one flag.

searching the world
for the hopeless, drowning in fear

tearing down kingdoms
that reigned over the broken

our banner, our flag
is our symbol
to the self proclaimed strong man
marking territory protected by the king of kings
the fleet of fleets
the ender of tyranny
the true bringer of peace

our war is not with men
but the darkness that tries to claim them

our territory will not be breached
our Son will never set

this banner cannot be forsaken
the King has returned to these
darkened seas

behold, and be terrified
burn our mark into your eyes
we are here to claim His children
from your rotting fangs

word is apparently slow to reach your ears, serpent

for our flag now waves over the earth
the vast seas, the blooming land

the True King and His court
have berthed.