Lost Horizon

My feet tread ground where God has bled,
my heart bares guilt unspoken,
a cross, a tree, to hang the dead,
the guiltless and the broken.

I carved my path and set my stride,
but you were not there by my side,
no matter how I searched and cried
unveil my lost horizon.

The passage of my innocents
was blocked before I reached the day.
After years of reaching out,
you've left me here and gone away.

You bore my guilt and took my blame,
but even now I bare my shame
forgetting why I speak your name,
unveil my lost horizon.

Collective thoughts and promises,
a broken view of who I am,
forget me if I turn not back,
I cannot recall from whence I came.

When you are not within my sight,
I cannot decipher wrong from right,
so search me out and shed some light,
unveil my lost horizon.

Wings to fly

Feel the music deep within,
break your heart with haunting cry,
than lift you higher than the sun,
and give your soul the wings to fly.
The rise and fall, your grasping breath,
she throws herself with all her might,
against the walls within your chest,
until you can no longer fight.
The tears that well up in your eyes,
when your heart beats like a drum,
the longing to break for the skies,
as you feel the gentle thrum.
You feel the music deep within,
break your heart with haunting cry,
than lift you higher than the sun
and give your soul the wings to fly.

A Little Life Poetry

Hairs clean, clothes washed, teeth brushed, life rushed,
makeup on, lunch gone, grab some bread, gotta run,
tied my shoes all neat and then
found a hole in my sock again.

Three big sweaters, and a coat,
one long scarf around your throat
sweat pants, snow pants, toque and mitts,
socks and boots, and then it hits,
off comes the entire costume
you’ve got to make it to the washroom.

Toaster, toaster, why do you,
Burn my toast thus, through and through,
I didn’t say to burn, or fry,
So maybe bagel’s just too high.

The nose is a rebellious beast,
From which flows a gruesome feast,
For someone who thinks it’s yummy,
When it plops down in their tummy.

When you are yelling at your sister,
and on your tongue there sit’s a blister,
and you are shouting angrily,
and you’re so mad you cannot see,
you clamp your teeth shut with a clatter,
on your tongue and it gets fatter,
and now your blister does not matter.

I’m rubbing paint off of my skin,
and scratching drips off of my chin,
I think my life is interesting,
I wish I had a song to sing.

Memories can't hold us together

My heart is sinking like the sun below the sea,
a green light flashes and it's gone,
a little glass of reassurance please, to help me breathe,
it shouldn't take this long.

I have a pale, but the water is passed my knees,
cause I've been bailing alone,
I'm caving in, this ship has gone out from under me,
I'm wasted skin and bone.

Memories can't hold us together,
I've been pushing and pulling and breaking for you,
I thought we'd survive any weather,
but though we're still here, I'm not dragging you through, anymore.

We need to build off each other
some common interest would serve as the glue,
but though we're tearing apart one another,
I'd still run through the fire for you.

My heart is sinking like the sun below the sea,
a green light flashes and it's gone,
a little glass of reassurance please, to help me breathe,
it really shouldn't have taken this long.

Lonely on the table

The lights are dim like a sunset, simply hanging in the sky,
and the throbbing beat of the disco drum, carves a path as we slip by.
We laugh and shout above the noise, and for lack of empty chairs,
we dangle our feet from a table top, and avoid the awkward stares.

Then in a moment too quick for much say,
He walks up toward you and whisks you away.

You skip off to the beat of the disco drum
while your dance shoes scuff the floor and from
the corner I wave off the conversation
cause two on the table is better than one.
Lonely on the table.

When the music is over, he brings you right through
and I make more room on the table for you,
but everyone always makes plans of their own
In a moment I’m gone, leaving you all alone.

Because in a moment too quick for much say
He walked up toward me and whisked me away.

I skip off to the beat of the disco drum
while my dance shoes scuff the floor and from
the corner you wave off the conversation
cause two on the table is better than one.
Lonely on the table.

He brings me back to the corner, and leaves me there with you,
and we strike up conversation again, find a topic somewhat new.
We improvise with the music, which is so loud no one cares,
who sings along, or what you do wrong, since no one ever hears.

Then in a moment too quick for much say,
They walk up towards us and whisk us away.

We skip off to the beat of the disco drum
while our dance shoes scuff the floor and from,
the corner we carry our conversation
cause four on the dance floor is better than none.
I say none on the table is better than one.

For Her Sake

A perfect rose, a virgin soul,
beautiful to her petals tips,
softer than the breath of wind
that whispers through her rosy lips.

Her dew glistened brightly in the sun,
as she was held out to the crowd,
their faces lit before her beauty,
the graceful way she stood so proud.

They passed her down from hand to hand,
beheld by many passing eyes,
as fingers fold her in, then on
until she knows not where she lies.

Petals dying, weak and bruised,
thorns are crushed into her stem,
shredded leaves fall to the ground,
she breaks beneath the hand of men.

Then fingers gently lift her up,
displayed before a thousand faces,
fire burns behind their eyes,
no mercy found for her disgraces.

A voice speaks out in deep disgust,
shouting out into the crowd,
shaking her within his fist, say's
"Who could ever love this now!?"

No forgiveness, no one speaks,
silence falls, unbroken still,
till a lonely cry bursts through the crowd,
"Jesus Christ! Our savior will!"

A young man bursts onto the stage,
tears are streaming down his face,
he gently takes the battered rose,
"Jesus Christ! The Lord of grace!

For her sake he came to die,
with his blood he bought her soul,
forgiveness has been found for her,
and Jesus Christ will make her whole!"

Harvest

The sun sets upon the glassy horizon
of still mirrored water, reflecting the sky,
the leaves are all turning to colors of burning
cherry, canola, and blossoming fire.
The flowers all faded where the sun was not shaded
and there's barely a whisper of wind to be felt,
the harvest draws nigh as the summer's gone by
and there's the fragrance of tender cut grass to be smelled.
Butterflies flutter by on the breath of the shadows
as they lengthen and lay down their heads on the ground,
fireflies come awake as the sky turns to midnight
and the night comes alive as they flitter around.