One Day

One day I will give it all
Today though I just can’t
Yesterday I intended to
That day came and went

Someday I will heed the call
Today is not the time
Yesterday I needed him
But today I feel just fine

Tomorrow I have plans you see
Today is almost gone
Yesterday I felt too weak
And today I feel too strong

One day when the party’s over
Today I party on
Yesterday I can’t remember
That day’s plans are gone

Someday I will turn it over
Today I’m filled with doubt
Yesterday and yesterday
And today has come about

Tomorrow I have all the time
Today is guaranteed
Yesterday I promised God
But today I have no need

Let Me Fall

I hold the key to the prison door
Forced to stay and never forced at all
The past keeps me in the future begs me out
The world looks in my window and laughs

Barricades of lenders strap me down
The well of opportunity seems empty
Light shines down but the bottom is dark and dry
I could scream for help but no one seeks an empty well

I feel like Moses viewing the promise land
My eyes can see but my hands can’t reach
“This is what it looks like. Can you see it?”
“Yes, I can see it. Can I go there?”
“No.”

Pounding on Plexiglas
Teasing my senses
Looking for cracks or crevice
Small openings for small relief

Bound by a paper chain
Construction paper and Elmer’s glue
I should rip my way out
But the craftsmanship would be lost

I’m praying to unlock the door
Open to my destiny my yes or no
I’ve served my time and the laughter behind me
Just open the door already and let me fall into my future!

Rivers and Rainbows

Rivers and rainbows
Beginnings and ends
Thrashing at the enemy
Dinner with friends

Painful and healing
Searching and lost
Fakeness of heart
Counting the cost

Prison and freedom
Heaven and hell
Some never turn
Some never will

Good and evil
Rich and poor
Picking up pieces
Pounding the floor

Memories and vision
Life and then death
Tomorrow is yesterday
First and last breath

Missed Opportunity

Thinking of tomorrow’s be
When life and limb return to ground
Will my future remember me,
Have I let my future down?

Looking back at wasted spaces
Better times, missed opportunity
Empty hearts bore empty places
Fade the tracks of legacy

Eyes well up as the future slows
Growing up retracts his fame
Looking back at the picture show
Frame by frame by frame

Wondering how the morrows be
When life and soul are heaven bound
Will son’s and daughters remember me,
Have I let my future down?

God In A Box

In a box, in a box.
I have it all right here in a box.
Its got four walls, a bottom, a top
Its even got a latch and a nice fancy lock

Nice box there my friend
May I look, can I see what resides within?
Is it big? Is it small?
Can you put it on a table?
Can you hang it on a wall?

No you may not! You will let him out.
He will fly through the air and wander about.
I keep him here where he’s safe and sound.
If we open the box he will never be found.

What? Just what do you have in the box?
He must be rare if he’s contained with a lock.
Is He full of color? Is he bright? Can he speak?
He’s really quiet. Is he awake or asleep?

He’s awake can’t you hear him pounding the sides?.
“Let me out, let me out” he says but I can not comply.
He needs to have limits, walls you see.
He might do way too much if I set him free.

I hear nothing in there. Are you telling the truth or lies.
I’d like to take a peek with my very own eyes.
Don’t be stingy, free the lock with the key.
Open the lid to the box and show it to me.

I’m telling the truth you will know that for certain.
I have God in this box. The creator in carton.
He must stay in here and do as I desire.
If I let God from the box more of me might be required.

God? You have God in a box?
You have nothing right there in your box.
You can never contain God with four walls, a bottom, a top
Not even a latch and a nice fancy lock.

What? How dare you say.
You can’t talk about my God that way.
In the box He has limits I keep them small like me.
Outside the box I’m afraid I can’t control what I can not see.

The pounding you hear the plea of release.
That is your heart crying out, begging to be free.
God can do great things if you open the box.
Knock down the walls, the bottom, the top.

God sent his son to die on a cross, for you, for me.
So that all lids can be opened and all can go free.
Set the box down, you need it no more.
When you open the lid, you’ve opened the door.

The Foul Smell Of Words

Random words born of the heart
Spew like fire from lips and tongue
Said with smile and twinkling eye
Leak the foul smell of words

So this is the language of maturity?
This is the heart of His child?
Comedy takes a back seat
With the foul smell of words

Hypocrisy takes the stage
And bares its evil tongue
Acting out you live the part
Embracing the foul smell of words

Disappointment fills the air
Friends look away in pain
Turn it off screams the child
Remembering the foul smell of words

Is this the one we know?
Who speaks of love and life?
Cursing lips sup communion cup
And wash over the foul smell of words

Four letters fill the mouth
What actually fills your heart?
Mirrored out for all to see
Your love for the foul smell of words

More poetic quotes from a 9 year old.

“It’s not the end but the start of something new. All is clean, pure and full of praise to give to God. Merciful and wonder He is and I will praise Him forever more.”

“Life is to everlasting because my heart beats of gold and my feet walk with courage. My hand writes with silver as though I am a queen in a large kingdom. I eat from a plate that is real gold. I am treated like royalty.”

“Today I write with courage and faith knowing God will lead me through the day without doubt. I trust Him to protect me. He will.”

Love To The Day

Love to the day, love to the night
Embracing the time within twenty-four
Living as though neither appear
One minute one second perhaps more

Love of the day, love of the night
Entertaining shadows dance bout the floor
Surrounded in moonlight whispers your name
Embracing the sleep for granted new day

Love in the day, love in the night
Everything’s lovely, life, love and you
Looking toward future, sure in the dawn
What it will share surprises in morrow

Love now the day, love now the night
Time becomes master, you become slave
Success becomes one, life becomes two
Time finds a friend and you find a fool

Love to the day, love to the night
Embracing it all between light and dark
Living as though each time will last
Time perhaps lost, seasons perchance passed

The Outstretched Tree

Reaching hearts in ball and chain
Walking through life weighing down
Holding back the greatness of He
Pushing back the outstretched tree

Lonely, dying, crying for one
Balling up in padded corners
Knowing what a price to be
Pushing back the outstretched tree

Loving once and knowing best
Turning round to walk away
Tossing, turning seeking rest
Pushing back the outstretched tree

Reaching out to those in pain
Arms open wide to finger tip
Sin on shoulders forgiveness still
Pushing back the outstretched tree

Elegance and Suave

Bottled emotions kept deep inside
Unable to release the feelings there
Stuttered words and trembling hands
Trying for elegance and suave

Deep inside you fill the void
A space of emptiness dark and deep
Never knowing nothings there
Until one’s made so complete

Loosely used the word of love
Flows so cheaply and thrown about
But replace it I can’t, there is no other
Said with truth and tested with time

On a day like today, one to remember
Love flows freely thru things that fade
Wilt and wither love does neither
True love today continues growing tomorrow

Bottled emotions I’m letting out
Trying to express my feelings here
My voice stutters and hands tremble
Seeking elegance and suave

To my Valentine, Kimberly.
I love you.

Abstract and Me

Liver diced into 24 pieces
Browned and baked like crispy fries
Yummy to the tummy might you say
But it really has nothing to do with me

Lakes of red in colored glasses
Ponds of purple and shots of molasses
Kites flying low with shorted strings
But it really has nothing to do with me

Rivers died from ice caps melting
Iron and ore is smug and smelting
Buckets of yams in yammy-yam land
But it really has nothing to do with me

Paneled walls in 70’s structures
Wall paper pealing and waving good-bye
Lovers are loving and eating mud pies
But it really has nothing to do with me

Living out loud in closed empty spaces
Searching for rats to bet at the races
Pockets of posies to throw at the sea
But it really has nothing to do with…

Sweet Voice

Sweet voice arose to withered ear
Breaking through the void of silence.
Beautiful sounds of vocal chord
Flows gently out to distance.

Sweet voice that speaks in childish tone
Seeks to reach, seeks reply.
Heard by others deep in night
Voice of love and laughter drawing nigh.

Sweet voice of time and graying hair
Sounds of wisdom fill empty space.
Looking for a welcome ear
To share the time that time erased.

Sweet voice one day and gone the next
Laid to rest in memories deep.
Breaking through in minds of rest
Flows gently in the voice of sleep.