roses in shades of black

roses in shades of black
The petal that strayed

Friday, November 13, 2009

drift

Drift Away
Down the river
Towards the sea
Hopelessly I float Into obscurity
Thee anchor of love
That once held me
Has loosed its grip
And silently
I drift away.

Faith



My prayers get jumbled in my mind


Sometimes my mind stands still


Or I just plain don't listen when,


He tells me of His will.But I know that when I need Him most,


He's there with open arms,


Forgiving me for all my sins


And keeping me from harm.


He guides me gently day by day


And gives me graces in His own way.


But I still need to listen more


When He knocks upon my door.


To when He whispers into my mind


Revealing to me, His works so kind.


I know He loves me deep inside


And from Him I cannot hide.


From birth to death,


He'll be with me


Even though I cannot see.


just know that His promises are true.


That's Faith. I believe. Don't you?

fear find no place here

our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure
it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
we were all meant to shine as children do
its not just in some of us
its in everyone
your playing small does not serve the world
theres nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people wont feel insecure around you
as we are liberated from our own fear
our presence automatically liberates others

NoW PeoPLE


A hip non-conformist who truly stands for his/her beliefs - you are out to make a difference in this world, and you have a realistic chance of success. You have always been self-driven and derive your inspiration from those close to you. Ambitious - and why shouldn't you be - the sky is the limit for you

hang up


sighs upon sighs and time after time spent listening to your voice on the telephone line. somewhere between my mouth and your ears these words fall apart. and the distance that separates us makes me want to wake up tomorrow, because that's one day closer to waking up next to you. the good byes are never final, and we both regret to say them, despite how near the hourhand draws to dawn. i wish i could chart the moments we speak into a constellation and throw them into the night sky, where we both can look and know the feeling is mutual, hearts should change with time.

The L Word



Here I am
Naked
to my fears and failures
But I know this is true...
Jesus wept for me and for you.
forget the politics.
Nobody is perfect.

one Day I'll Sing it ToO











There was a boy




A very strange enchanted boy




They say he wandered very far, very far




Over land and sea








A little shy




And sad of eye




But very wise




Was he








And then one day




A magic day he passed my way




And while we spoke of many things,




fools and kings




This he said to me








"The greatest thing




You'll ever learn




Is just to love




And be loved




In return"

Pretty words that I like to hear







All the things Ive done before this



They dont mean a thing



And all the words spoken before this



Wont be said again



Suddenly so much of me has



No need 2 pretend



Cause theres nothin like the truth



To bring her back to u






And everyone Ive met before this



Aint seen me with u



Youre the only one who knows what I go through



Sometime u feel it even more than me



And I dont know how I ever got by without u






Theres nothing like the truth



And Ive got nothin left 2 lose



And every night I thank the universe that I found u



And I dont have 2 wonder



What the world thinks about me






I know youre in my corner



Youre always surrounding me



With your love



And if we all explode



See we would never know



But I just hope the pieces of my soul



Reach out 2 u



2 find my angel

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Cliff Razor

I stand at the edge
Tipping over
Sipping the rush of fear
Through my eyes as I stare
into the distant danger
that lies at the bottom of my heart
The edge so sharp whistles
agaisnt the wind you breath into my ears
when you speak
I am consumed by thoughts
of fears once felt
at the exchange of risk for injury
I stand at the edge
peering over at the vastness
of God's creation
and his masterful pieces of me
I stand fearful and fearless
I stand on the line not beyond or before
I lie on the flatness of the cutting egde
I bleed fear onto the cliff of risk
I stand on the cliff razor of my heart
when you stare into my dark soul
and still speak to say you love me

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Jack and his mistress: The slave


When we squint back into the days of our forefathers there is a story that has been told and told again.

There is a story about Jack and Azania.

Jack was a man and Azania was his slave.

Jack had many servants and many more slaves.


He came


She followed


He saw

She saw too


He came once more

She followed his trail


He took Azania on a voyage across the Atlantic sea

She built a sea of ships with her bare hands


He showed Azania how super powerful he was


She discovered that she made Jack super powerful


He gave Azania many names and put her into many more boxes


She took her many names and stood proud as an

animal ready to pounce on whomever beckoned a tongue


to call her by it


He stripped Azania from her roots and taught her to sing like birds and not beasts


She whistled whispers to the trees and howled to the

moon by night


He whipped Azania sometimes


She is reminded of what Jack did by the scars that line


her back


He punished her for breathing too much or too little when she bent her back to serve him and his guests


She breathes for no man but herself but she still breaks her

back serving him, his guests and her own


He let them come after he came too

She is raped by him and them and her brothers


He covered her in tar

She covers herself in tar for his pleasure and his pennies


He hung her from his trees to display her strength as a beast and a beauty


She hangs herself because she sees no beauty in the beast

of life


He burnt her alive


She burns him in her dreams and nightmares


He crucified her over and over in the name of his power


She prays to his saviour every day

Banishing Thorns


Walking so freely and fearlessly through the replicas of Eden in our imaginations. Smelling the scent of all the exotic flowers of the world. See how they blossom to seemingly smile at you, look at you, be with you. Life follows after you with the breeze that whistles away the tunes of yesterdays long lost. Buried beneath your feet is history in secrecy. Poison saturates the defenses of the beauty. Creatures crawl relaxed and yet aware of you. Serpents hiss and birds do sing. It's all God's creation and you see how it is a majestic and lovely thing. And you feel the moist earth covered in a carpet of grass. Thick and healthy, green and shiny grass that stretches ahead as far as the naked eye can see in daylight. The clouds seem to swell and the sun shines as well. Laughter cackles through the bush. Music chimes in the woods. Skin is alive with the touch of water and oil. Voices echo in the caves behind cascading waterfalls. The heel touches the stone and the toes dig in the soil and the arch of your sole seems to snap as a thorn pricks you back into reality where it is natural to wear shoes. Reality, where it is natural to be unnatural. Thorns prick you just when you least expect them so you avoid them and never feel the beauty of Edens that we were banished from.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Sad Sweet


Sadness leave this place and take me to eternity. Take me to an eternity of beautiful smiles and gentle friendly waves. Waves of goodbye and hello that have washed onto the shore of your life and mine. Life so continuous, continuously it goes on and it is ongoing like a lalaby to a baby on a rocking chair in the lap of a mother. Continuously going and ongoing in the liquid momentum that fluidly fills the emptiness of my heart. My heart that is now full of sadness. Sadness, come away from this place. This place in my heart where I rest only in death. Death, where I found you and felt you kill and take away from this heart of mine. Mine is the life where sadness and happiness romance each other to make pleasant memories. Aching memories of this life make me feel alive before they take me away to death where even memories of sadness will not matter. Matter now, oh Sadness, but matter no more than you will when I am gone with you. You be happy after your sadness but do not let sadness stay too long.