Thursday, November 30, 2006

an embassy of simplicity

all pretty on the oustide. starving on the inside. will he notice me. drop five, no ten. not enough! the defender never came. now your value lies shipwrecked and marooned on this island of false standards. where not even your heart will survive. where if you don't fit the "perfect plastic mold," its off to the chopping block. holywood's mirror has no grace. in all this vanity love is tainted. but true love will not be drowned out by these novacain voices. as His loved ones are taken out back and numbed. He restores value to His precious little girls. and charges His boys to be men. defend with the reminder of pure validation. find your value in truth.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

o great pharisee!

perfection of the earth. every word carefully crafted. no mercy in sight. no such thing as a second chance. "follow us to fame!" every single ritual as brutal as the last. teeth gnashing like a dragon. proclaiming death to all. "there is no life in love. find hope in law." -"this land is desolate. life taken by the iron fist. borders patrolled by two-faced cannibals. love is not a fraud!"

Monday, November 13, 2006

bartleby

eyes pierce to flesh. scanning every inch from top to bottom. running me through your mind. like a fleeting afterthought. measuring every step. with scientific scales. feed me to your furnace. the one hidden in the back of your mind. find comfort in this system. it has never failed you before. inadequecy tastes like broken glass. tears up all inside. my heart cries out for anesthetic. it cannot survive these brutal evaluations of 1,000 passing eyes. all identity vanished. set to sail by acceptance. can there be a way to give this shell existence. all words aside. can there be approval for this apparition. light enters bloodshot eyes. in the sea of disbelief and disillusioned character. i will never forget the voice that called to me. "designed by love. never meant to be obsolete. your name is my heart's pride."

Monday, October 23, 2006

standing on the edge(of salvation)

Lifelong fight. Casings lie at your feet. Your sword has never seen its sheeth. Guns blazing. Fists clenched. Determined never to meet this moment. Eyes clouded with logic. A heart burned by hypocricy. But your day will come. The moment will find you. He will chase you until he finds you. The one you spend every waking moment hiding from. You can hide in the darkest corner of this ocean. But even there you're not safe. He will find you. Everything you once believe aside. Let the walls around your heart fall. Will you grab the hands or reach for your shotgun? Will you lean on the One that will never leave or go it alone? Your day will come. The time is near.

Tuesday, October 3, 2006

this cross is not just another fashion statement

search for medicine to heal. self-inflicted wounds. anything to purge my intake of death. water to satisfy. this burning forest in my heart. eyes roll back and pulse quickens. no life to be found. unitl i connect with the murder. i am alive in your murder. of all my crimes. none compare to this. dull nails meet bones. what a beautiful disaster. with mutiny in their hearts, a captain for his companions. no longer redeemed by my vain half-hearted charity. adulterous waters graced by such a subtle redeemer.