quiet words.

i love you so much,

i will do any thing to bring you back to me.

it will seem like pain,

and you will spurn me,

but your enemies will be vanquished after

they have vanquished you

and you have learned

to love the one

you should.

learned to humble

yourself.

then, as you hold on, in hope, through harsh times, i will come to you,a you accept and rebuke,

For my sake, i will forgive you,

oh my love,

oh, Jeru!

I will come to you in the silence.

bueno.

It is well, it is well
with my soul
as i dwell
not in past
but in thy present.

Welling up, whelming with

peace.


so much joy,
so much light
                       i wish to share.
He is leading me again!


Hallelujah, my god tugs at my heart again, placing me in places of need.

It is well
it is swell with my soul.

my love, i wish you were here to smile with me.
my dear, i wish you would hear to smile with me.

is your heart calloused? or is it healing flesh?
may you come home to me
ready
to be
hear.

dear, aaron

this blog seems to have become for you.
before,
it was for me,
and perhaps it will continue
to be for me,
to figure things out; to use word and space as a grounding
of faith,
Questions,

life.

but, it has also become for you.
though you may never see it,

and passers-by may stumble upon my queries,
i will come here or to my book
when i want to speak

to you

for my silence

to you

is out of Love.
Out of Trust.

That I Must do What I Must,

as you too,

do what you're supposed to.

understanding the sacrifice that comes with the best interest of others
can be
difficult.

But i trust
one must

obey.


Dear, who do you obey?

smile

selfish part of me wishes

I could be there.

 to share in you light,
oh, how brief delight appears with you.

by miles off, you smile.
you breathe,
you

live.

teeter

common thought string theories,
             again, again, i hear
                                i know

working, always working

                   in ways unknown
you are in
his works
                     not forgotten,

but, still voice cries,

                                                         "not yet"
                                                                 not complete.

how can my mind expand without spanning beyond?

still,
    Lord tells me,

wait and do
                               what you're supposed to.


I am waiting, but not for you, my lover.

 I am waiting on the Lord

                                                                                 are you not part of a promise?

flesh

what is God feeling?
have we ever asked that?
we tell him that it is not fair. but what do we let him tell us?

maybe we go through frustration
to find out what he's been through.
maybe a prostitute helps a prophet
understand
more deeply his beloved God.

watching, again, and a g a i n
his wife
leave him.
turn
from him.
has God not experienced that?

a wife
badgers her husband,
the american classic,
to come to church.
he
refuses.
he knows best, and knows his truth.
wife sees the coldness,
and cries.
has God not experienced that?

what is he teaching us?

to be more introspective,
to broaden our world view;
to love people a little more,
to back off once in awhile;
to love with timidity,
to love whole heatedly;
to understand other's belief,
to know he is the one true God;

are we learning?

perhaps
           Marriage
is not meant to make us happy,
but
to make us holy.

perhaps,
            Our Other Half
is meant to test us,
and
make us Whole.

perhaps,
            Loving You
is not
what all this is about,
but
makes it easier;
             makes it harder;

    makes it worth it.

the one who can accept singleness ought,
for the man who marries will have many troubles.

our trouble?

two trying to be one.

is God not
trying
to be one with us?

flesh of my flesh,
                bone of my bone!

 Eve in the Image of Adam.
 Life in the Image of Man.
Man in the Image of God

                                           and yet we try to live Life without God.

what are you God?
you are not humus,
not wrought from clay.
             you are not bound to ground.

how then, shall we call you,
                         for man was called of what he was made.
                                                                                           Yahweh.
                                                                                           almighty, strength, salvation, liberation.

this is how you are called.
oh merciful,
what do you cry out?
                               
may we seek
          to understand,

not to be
 understood.

fikle filament

This
      was our couch.

No. this is just    a   couch.
               
                            construction of fiber & thread.


In memory of you,
I shall devoid all meaning
   
                            do you remember? what you taught?
                                            nothing matters.



                                                                                   meaning is only derived
                                                        from human sides
In memory of you,
this is just a couch.


                                                        no meaning of you.

whim

i want you close,
but i'm glad you're far


so i can't
create
              another scar.

role playing

my role
is not
to please you.
                     my heart
                     is not
                     your burden to bear.
        I  a m
                    finally
asking
questions
              i never had.
                                                   were any of my thoughts
                                                                                      my own?                                          

                                                                            if i had Known

                                                                                                                i was only pleasing
                                                                                                                         only playing
                                                                                                               a role
                                                                             
                                                                   would i have
                                                                                        done
                                                                                    anything    else?

you chided me for such childishness
                                               now
                                let us be
                                              grown up.
                                                              resolute, strong.

                                                                     road, long.
                                                                                                                    My God is with me.

kindled

Peace surrounds
          soun ding
                       familiar.

Joy abounds
       bin ding
                  failings.

                                                     start      f    o   r  g e  t   i   n   g        and let
                                                                                                                           g o.

                                                     forget     g   e  t t  i  n  g  and
                                                                                                             Go.


                                          step by breath
                                                           beating,
                                               bating.

though it's hidden under rocks,
i know
          we'll find
                                    hope.

               we can          cope.
                                                                           though it's buried 'neath branches,
                                                                           i know
                                                                                   we'll clear
                                                                                                            out.
                                                                                    a l l               doubt.


prayer un ceasing,
                         till we breathe
                                                      praise.

                     pain is ceasing till we           stave.

        i'll keep going                'cause i

                                              Know.                                                                 we've got hope.
 

progression

  Boo.

Truth

Pissed me off!!

http://youtu.be/FvbErM6ZTBA

http://youtu.be/CzTFqKc5hT4

Penguin & Arms

us, together

       defile.

         miles.

reconcile.

       

                                            

mirth

Glad to see
 your teeth.

silly thing to say,
                  nay,
the perfect thing,
the perfect thing to see.

sun's rising, knees leaning,
hopes hopping for joy

to know
      your soul.

so soles have come to know new places,
                                          found joy in spaces
once regarded with the cry,

                                            "I'll be home soon."

tears the tear my tarry on,

                          that black cord
                                          clutching my ankle,
                                          making me trip.
                          that battered band
                                           grabbing my wrist
                                           forcing a twist.

now i find
          i missed my times
        of missing you.

                                              forgotten in my own mirth,
                                               finding only hopes as you tread this earth
                                                          to have happiness
                              that is your own
                                                          and one day
                                                                                      Come Home

Dreaded cord gone,                              o  n.
              core gone                   e       i
                        on to            r      c  t
                        a new         i
                                       d        

                                                             who directs you?
                                                            what are you running from?

squelched in silence,

mayInolongerbe.
                               when will you hear?
                              when will you, here
                                                              know
                                                                    you're true home from which




you've been running.

                    un-ing all that was told you
                                                for new
                                                           venue.


I find i miss you not.
then i find i miss you    
                                    d
                                    E
                                    E  
                                    p.
then i understand,
                         and smile
                                    and  w
                                               e
                                                e
                                                   p.

sweeping you under the rug.
                      another rung,
I'm
                        OUT

   of  this  hole.
and i'm Whole.

why is everything i hate 
My  within self

so wrapped around,
                    drowned
in
you?

you were right, as i'm sure,
                            you're glad
to hear

           we are
                      p e r f e c t 
                                                   for each other,

so wrapped in the rightness of ourselves,
                     our knowings of,
                     our knowing knots.

not A  thing I could say TO                    U
                                                        S      R P R I S E                  U.


 for you know,

i know you know or think you know
                                             o,  u          no
                                                         knot


no no 
  no O
N                      tangled in what
                                i can not do with you.


no, no knot with you.


know, know not 


                           of you.




                                                                                               leave me now,
                                                                                                          now that i
                                                                                                       Know,
                                                                                                         no,
                                                                                                        not
                                                                                                              of you. 


                                               

seams

By now it seams,
               or so i sought;
                   sew, i ought.

but not it seams
                though it's not fare
                      oh, it's not tare
                                       who
                                             climbs
                                                my walls
                                clinging all but ground .
no, I lie asleep
     i'd lie a heap
             to say
                                 i'm not broken.

but so it seams,
       but sew, it seems,

                        so none may see

                         broken, under
                                        neath

neath the earth,
the humus of your wrought,

so you've seen


                                           the human you had lost.