At night I find I'm repeating I can't sleep I worry What am I trying to achieve Why am I awake At night I don't pray and I forget God But He makes anything possible I walked yesterday I mean the day before It's now almost 4am It's two days after yesterday When I walked… Continue reading At night
A story is unfolding I'm unsure it can so easily be told Massive learning has begun Despite massive chaos You can only do so much and then get on your knees You can only plant seeds then rain waters God sprouts or kills nurtures People are transient they move go love go use Aggravate Drugs… Continue reading Calm on Niacin: A Poem
poets of old time yesteryear dreamers butlers and maids with curtsies and bows lost perspective breeding Beyonces and Hunger Games conspiracy and killing we look up to lay the blame generation armed with guns why look puzzled why wonder at what you've done
Words spiral like the barrel of a revolver, long shade, cold winds, flames on hot coal burning. Gifts open doors, unlock the Spirit of Christ, open righteousness, receive deliverance, call others to the fold. Sheep herders of God, gather your flock, though the sheep are stubborn and strong, they are your talent and each of… Continue reading Sheep herder of God
Snippets of totalitarian brutality Adopt a terrorist for prayer Texan pug's chew toys revolt Red watercolour paint stains puppy fur Sleep makes front page as most wanted Naked body on my bed Skin needs caressing Sleep better than food Dreams about obstacle courses make happy endings Lace-up roller skates interdit Speed kills Play your guitar… Continue reading Dog Days
plummeted into loneliness and despair this week where is God i want to climb mountains and fly on wind touch the line of heaven and ask politely if I can come in and stay forever
Summer blues make my heart palpitations rapid. Strange and tired legs.
Slippery feet, wet nose dog, grasshopper jumps in, two people in bed.
Tears drop, eyes close, soft flakes on heaven's lake. God of winter ice blows warm.
Winding down to the murmur of rain outside in a relaxed lounge room; I write. The fire burns. The man reads. And the puppy asleep beside me, with his head on my leg, his pillow. Dead today. The quiet, unspoken. Withdrawn and sheltered from expression. A day, a walk, a dog. A chicken dinner, too… Continue reading Living Breathing