The sun bleeds and the moon's pain can be felt
by both of us below, waiting, watching.
You were roses before sunrise, hungry
for sunlight, for new promises and love.
I was strong, black coffee and barbed wire.
Every morning I looked out my window
and whispered to an cold, uncaring world,
"I am an olive falling from its tree
and praising the mother that it grew on."
You've changed so much. I haven't changed at all.
The sun bleeds and the moon's pain can be felt
by both of us below, waiting, watching.
You were roses before sunrise, hungry
for sunlight, for new promises and love.
I was strong, black coffee and barbed wire.
Every morning I looked out my window
and whispered to an cold, uncaring world,
"I am an olive falling from its tree
and praising the mother that it grew on."
You've changed so much. I haven't changed at all.
feel
the thud
of forgotten footsteps
chasing behind
into unknown boundaries.
shudder
to the
despondency
of the distant
trembling
heartache.
cease
to the ever familiar
icy
touch
curling
encircling your presence
summon
the enclosing
unforgiving
wrath
the choking
suffocating
bursting
twitching
killing.
close
your eyes
take notice
for
once
the hushed murmurs
of faraway illusions
that sang
its sad
sad song...
softly
humming
"please remember me "
i believe i have never truly loved You, my Jesus,
and yet i still call You mine.
i have never given You my all,
and yet i expect a lot from You.
i believe i have never fully trusted You, my Jesus,
and yet You still have confidence in me.
i have never even surrendered my life,
and yet You died on the cross for me.
what a shame,
how i call myself Yours...
I am enjoying a day off from work,
the beer and rest is very good for me.
I will be studying philosophy
and writing some poetry this evening.
It has been a long time since I've done this.
Shawn