You Alone

From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him. “You do not want to leave too, do you?” Jesus asked the twelve. Simon Peter answered him, “Lord to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.”   John 6:66-69

changes;

once again;

flesh and weakness

stand in the way;

when everything has been stripped clean,

when all the filth has been washed away,

when every word has been said,

when every thought has been thought,

when every breath has been breathed,

when every beat has been beat,

when there is nothing more,

nothing at all;

there is You;

I am ready to live,

I am ready to die,

I am ready to do Your will,

there is no other truth,

there is no other way;

You alone have the words

of eternal life,

You alone, are the Holy One of God;

where else would I go?

to who else would I turn?

You alone.

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Master

I have done so many things,

I really didn’t want to do,

but I did them anyway,

knowing the whole time

that they were wrong,

that they were perverse,

that they took a piece of my soul;

but I couldn’t help myself;

I was powerless, I was a slave,

I was a pawn, I was a sad, pathetic

little worm, hiding from everyone

and everything;

I still struggle;

but now I am not alone,

now I have One so much greater than I,

One to which I can turn,

One on whom I can depend,

One who loves me as no other,

with a love that is perfect and pure,

One who is a King of kings,

a Lord of lords,

an innocent lamb,

led to the slaughter,

to pay the price,

for a debt that was not His own,

the good Shepherd who lays down his life,

for the flock which follows;

the Master

of us all.

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Reality

sometimes reality sets in, complete with all its

cold, dark brutality, reminding you that

nothing lasts forever, that for everything offered,

there is a price to be paid, a final toll;

it will not be denied;

but still you rush forward, unable to prevent

this confrontation, even if you could,

so immersed in her deep blue ocean,

there was never a choice, nor moment

of hesitation;

so far from the sight of land;

I’m not proud of what I’m doing to her,

like the gutless wonder that I truly am,

she deserves better, much better,

every now and then, I allow it to creep in,

every now and then I want to grab her,

beg her to run away with me, far away,

where no one or nothing could ever find us again,

but I know we would only be running from me,

and eventually I would catch up,

destroying us both;

I wonder if it is the same, for my partner in this

crime of passion, although she would say not,

but she talks of him with such softness,

such far off forlornness, I wonder if she even knows

it is there, together it is our burden to bear,

even if alone we hide it away.

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Hiding Within Plain Sight

they have become mesmerized with the

violence, conditioned by the lies,

without feeling, without joy,

without soul, I remain silent,

because that is what I choose;

words never mattered

anyway;

I could not save you,

you were too far gone,

too far along, too far away,

from a dream, I reach for you,

but you’re not there,

I call out your name,

but you do not hear,

even now, I hear your voice,

even now, I see your face,

even now, I taste your skin;

a new day dawns, old memories fade,

no return, no mercy, no hanging on,

forgotten memories and empty futures,

travel down lost and lonesome paths,

on their way to hidden valleys,

where even the sun does not speak;

I am tired of giving pearls to dogs,

wisdom to swine,

tired of voices that only know

how to speak, but have never learned

how to listen;

your judgment makes you smaller,

your expressions and excuses,

nothing more than meaningless drivel,

dead-end streets, you use the cracks

and crevices of distant shores like common

knowledge;

platitudes and artistic differences

only go so far,

sooner or later choices must be made,

eventually it becomes real,

eventually it slips away;

everything you know,

everything you are,

everything you ever were,

just fading vapor,

dispersing with the wind;

the higher you go,

the farther you fall,

the faster you run,

the bigger the crash.

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One Flesh

And he answered and said unto them, “have ye not read, that he which made them at the beginning made them male and female, And said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh? Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.”   Matthew 19:4-6

what began so small, has become so great,

what once was two, has been joined as one;

one love,

one life,

one truth,

one flesh;

you are the one, my heart desires,

you are the one, who makes me whole,

when you laugh I laugh,

when you cry I cry,

without you I would be lost,

without you I would be alone,

without you I would be incomplete;

no one but you and I, understand this great

and magnificent miracle,

this deep and hidden mystery our life

has truly been, a beautiful, wondrous,

blessing of God, for which I give

continual thanks;

what God has joined together,

let no one put asunder,

as it was in the beginning

so shall it be in the end.

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Agendas

it becomes hard,

separating friends from foes,

good intentions from bad;

truth from lies;

in a world ruled by flesh,

humility is replaced by pride,

issues clouded by agendas,

clarity overcome by confusion,

egotism and self-glorification,

hidden within the face of love;

You have witnessed it all;

every dark, angry thought,

every sinister, evil plot,

every treacherous betrayal,

every late night denial;

remaining silent at the accusations,

withstanding the pain and lies,

loving when there was no love in return,

giving when there was nothing left to give,

forgiving when you had every right to hate,

walking the path no one else could,

sacrificing Yourself, for the sake

of the whole world;

Lord, I have nothing worthy of You,

I am but filthy rags in Your presence,

fit only for death and destruction,

Your love goes beyond my comprehension,

Your mercy more than I could ever deserve,

help me to forgive those with selfish motives

and hidden agendas, help me to love those who

do not deserve my love;

help me to be like You.

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Cheap Words and Night Time Blues

cheap words and night time blues,

partners in this orgasmic wet dream,

calling for eternal fulfillment,

much to the amusement of cannibalistic tendencies,

feeding upon the innocent flesh and

leftovers of the future,

feel the freedom, crawling, clawing,

chewing its way to the top,

bursting through this impermeable membrane,

spewing forth hot, thick, creamy juices,

renewing burnt out souls and toasted spirits,

providing new hope and redemption,

for generations lost in the howling,

shrieking maelstrom.

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