Missing People

Some people miss some people,
Without ever knowing why.
And keep on missing people
Until the day they die.

I've learned to keep an open eye,
For those my life's been missing,
A new eye for the looking,
And new lips for the kissing.

By the way, I learned this truth,
When life brought you to my door.
Will you keep an eye with me,
So we can find some more!

Sigh...

Holding out for nothing,

because it is all that has been offered.

The constant wash of contentment,

purifies desire and defines treasure.

Darling Little Devil

Potential is a Devil and a Darling

It gives sanity in times of waiting,

and hope in times of searching.

It gives patience in times of teaching,

and persistance in times of learning.

It plays us for a fool when expectations aren't met,

and discourages us when it is not found.

Drives us mad when ignored,

and disappears with ignorance.

Potentailly... I am not as crazy as people think, but far more broken

Potentially... starting and stoping things will equal emotional whiplash

Potentially... this could do wonders for my pray life.

It's a devil and a darling. Potentially....

For Rebekah...

She usually floats across the wood,

So gentle and serene.

But tonight it's such a thunderous din,

It really sounds quite mean.

It's never her intent to saunter,

With such thump and womp.

But she's been drinkin', now she's doin',

The four-glasses of wine stomp.

Longing

Longing is odd, it comes and it goes

Where it finds sticking points, nobody knows

Without direction, longings just ache

But when it finds target, it's coals and a rake

It is reason and purpose, a mantle for dreams

Only airbrushed and candied, not all that it seems

It's not just about what is, it's about what could be

Sometimes its from longing, we long to be free

Pacing

Unsure, troubled

Trying to figure out

What's the source of conflict

But there really is no doubt

That the pacing up and down

Has a source that rings true

And the pacings not for what I don't

But for what I do...

Galatians Haiku

My own seed planted,

Not one fruit of the Holy Spirit,

Why am I surprised?

Enough

Clamour and stammer to the next big sale,

 Cheese puff jars as big as a whale.

Commercials are running from Coast to Coast,

 To advise me of what I need the most.

The sight turns to like, then to want, then a need,

 Contentment abolished by systemic greed.

Flyers and coupons promise savings galore,

 Put it on credit and I can get more.

For stuff and for things I will misbehave,

 Purchasing my master, becoming its slave.

"It's all not enough!" my decisions proclaim,

 Is it any surprise I treat Jesus the same.

One Last Look

A telling glance

 Looking back after goodbye

Cannot tell a lie

The Process

The process is long, and the process is hard,

 Like chewing up asphalt yard by yard,

With plastic utensils on concrete food,

 No place for a sorbet interlude.

Abandoning comfort in the here and the now,

 Accepting the work without knowing the how.

They'll be no sign stating, 'You're almost done!'

 No checkered flag finish to declare you've won.

Peace comes in inches, for working these miles,

 Tears will be kidnapped, and ransomed for smiles.

The long and the hard is no short term deal,

 So get out synthetic silverware, begin your bitter meal.

You'll be glad when you've finished, its the only way,

 For God to inspect your plate, and declare 'Go out and play!'

Keys to the Kingdom

I've lived in places with cardboard walls,

 And yellow lines along cell block halls.

Once there was a time when there were keys in my pocket,

 Now precious to me as a lovers locket.

But it's my third time getting out of the pen,

 Is this the time I start collecting keys again?

Can I hope for a life with access and trust,

 Or will barred windows mark this try a bust,

Keys are just tiny little pieces of steel,

 Shaped to move a cryptic wheel.

But they mean that I have, and I can, and I do,

 I can hardly trust me, so why should you?

So many keys to homes, cars & jobs,

 But they're of no use to us homeless slobs.

Such a common item, there isn't much thought,

 Until everyone else has, and you have not.

It's a mountain to climb, a dream to achieve,

 But I can't do it myself, I need other to believe.

Sweet music would be keys jingling in my pocket,

 Life is a betrayed lover, and keys, its locket.

Maybe this time.... 

Bruised Teeth

I've chewed on this life a while,  I have bruised teeth to prove it. 

  With one long painful scar I've made, and my effort to remove it.

The double of my toils, shows the double of my lack,

  And the bills my life are charged with, seems an ever growing stack.

But I'm offered constant rescue, and I know that I'm in debt,

  The life preservers out there, and I know I've grabbed on, yet...

I'm still thrashing in the bedlam, because I cherish my own way.

  And who can teach a panicked soul, to rest and wait and pray.

I should really hold on tighter, to the rescuers belay,

  And drown panic with patience, and begin another day...

I Hope

I hope, I hope,  says the whining dope

  If I don't get my way, then get me a rope!

It seems hopes scope, is something that's free,

 To be utterly deifined, by something in me.

But hopes design, since mans first fall,

  Is that hope without Christ, has no hope at all.

Oceans of empty,  just an oath on an ache,

  To a selfish, greedy, lying, blinded soul on the take.

Hoping for what I want, never satisfied wanting,

  Or soothed the pang of the ghost that's haunting.

Hoping for what God wants, is a hope that can fulfill

  I hope I learn to open ears, shut mouth, and just sit still.

Fallen Haiku

Eve chose the apple

 Adam should have run away

Man I hate raking

An Honest Beating

Thieves keep taking

  Cheaters keep cheating,

It the honest one

  Who takes the beating.

But, ah here's the rub

  It's the proud mans snub,

To think he is better

  When he's really a grub.

Yes, I am guilty of pride

  I am the one who has lied,

A betrayers betrayal

  On the front and the side.

So how do I stop

  And come out on top,

When the seeds of my trespass

  Sow a bumper crop.

What I could be giving,

  Christ life in me living.

Peace dreams possibility...

Conundrum of Possibilities

Clouds have cleared,  Starting to feel free,

 Held back by a conundrum of possibility.

What is coming next, without a well laid plan,

 Can shake the very bones of a thoughtful man.

And a carefully planned out  'come what may',

 Can birth many an exciting day.

But possible to a greedy soul,

 may leave one in a self-dug hole

So what are the rules of my future glance,

 Destiny, Divinity, brute luck, or chance.

With first nod to a Maker, time and task are His,

 Put petal to prayer, and get on with your biz...

Divided by Me

My life is a mess, complicated by disaster,

 Which I ever-foolishly try to master.

Emotional shrapnel from hidden mines,

 Dig into my heart with their pointy little tines.  

It's seventeen problem, packed into three,

 Multiplied by life, and divided by me.

It's a busy day of nearly working,

 Compounded by what might be lurking.

Turning a corner, hoping to see straight,

 Twists and turns are another weight.

Searching for gems with a cost of free,

 Multiplied by life, and divided by me.

Where is all this madness headed?

 The answer is the thing most dreaded.

Translating the rules of spirituality,

 Into the walking rulebook of me.

A resounding failuresque cacophony,

 Multiplied by life, and divided by me.

The Sea

Disappointment is always the Sea,

 that drowns dreams into reality.

Wake up and realize what's really there,

and be okay that dreams don't care.

Even favorites are impaired,

 when they are not able to be shared.

Vulnerability's pain has its reward,

 just ask the Lord

A Cacophony of Failure

The one with the money said life just ain't funny,

  Without the ability to aford.

30 pieces down the road, wasn't such a heavy load,

  To betray his Saviour and Lord.

Do you love me? times 3, Yes you know I love thee

  Said the fisherman with the sword in it's sheath.

You'll deny me... alot,  Oh no I will Not!

  But the rooster confrimed disbelief.

I've got you you worm, insignificant germ!

  I can't believe that you say your the... who?!

But in darkness was vexed, in the temple perplexed,

  As the veil was torn in two.

Sentence Him to die, and don't ask us why,

  but "Innocent" the courtly news.

Ceasars our King, we'll kiss his ring,

  Okay.. heres you "King of the Jews.

So you wouldn't bow?  Well, I've got you now!

  You can bet I'll do as I please.

This is gonna be GREAT!  Let me first lock the gate,

  Hang on a sec, where are my keys?

Blood sweat and tears, aren't asuaging these fears,

  not my will but your way.

Pride, money, regret, I'm not done just yet,

  I'll see you again in three days!

If I was a car, I wouldn't get myself far,

  If I tried to drive on my own.

Heading my own way, has led me to say

  My life is really on loan. 

My side of the Bed

The gavel has been struck, the Judges ink is dry.

  So many questions that start with why.

The tear ducts are dry, and the lawyers been paid,

  I say I don't miss you but I wish you'd stayed.

I make myself numb to emotions half dead,

  But I still sleep on my side of the bed.

I haven't gone anywhere without you yet,

  Sometimes I think the worst of me is the best I can get.

I feel like a fool, I'm my own biggest liar,

  All our vows and promises are ashes in a fire.

Self pity doesn't pay the bills, it doesn't even cover rent,

  Desire is a sinkhole, you heart is what gets lent.

That's right, a sink hole... gaping, hungry, cold.

   It takes the length right out of time and leaves you feeling old.

How do I get it in reverse, and back up my mistakes,

  When my mind is full of recipies for divorce celebration cakes?

There are two minds within me, they fight, they war they win.

  When the cross is my only view, is when healing begins.