Iris

How I wish I could wipe your tears,
And kiss your face,
And hold you close
But I’m miles away.

And how I want to
Break this bind,
And travel time,
To find you finding comfort.

Iris, broken at the stem,
Bleeding petals of regret;
And holding burdens in,

Don’t let them see,
Never let them win;
They will only leave …
And the hurt will come again,

Picking you like heads of grain,
Here you stay in fear;
the hope of Redemption gone,
You cried that it would leave,
And now grieve over its release,

How awful I to think you fickle,
How stupid I to think you wrong,
For Iris you are perfect!
Not a blemish on you falls,

Now weep dear one,
Weep deeply for this loss,
Who was I to take the hope away?
Abide in me, confide in me,
Believe in me and pray?
And hope will be restored to you again,

Take your cross you lazy sinner,
Be oh ever shamed!
For who are you to take the time
God gave His son to save?

To this you were called,
To this end will it be…
From now till forever
No retaliation here only sweet surrender,
Be ever, Iris, this burden in me stay,

2003copyright©

Much too Relentless

Violet blood sprinkled to make the flowers grow,
Weeds removed so you don't choke,
Being safer finds you bitter,
Desire of darkness makes cravings sweeter,

Nail beds mutilated and covered in rot,
Wrinkles in their fine line ways,
Creeping the thought of tired age,
And here you are regressing,

I'm too relentless with you love,
Never let go, never letting up,
Pushing you to the braking point,
Bend you over and have my way,

So you can't see the truth laying hidden underneath,
I will scar you terribly,
You left your mark on me,
Now I will not go away,

Hold up your candle high and beg,
Cry and tare your clothes,
Find no comfort in passions of old,
I am wounded deeply,

Why do you seek for something you may never find?
Why believe only the faithful will be faithful?
Is not faithfulness a practice learned?
Tell me then why rejection is all I'm good for?

2005copyright©

"You Have Many Wounds My Lady"

citrus colored skis cover a bleeding city
and I rise from a mountain to glance at its beauty
knowing full well about its adultery
and understanding what it means to let it go

you beckon me sparing me on to your goal
but not mine - God forbid
but there I go sparing you on to follow
and I misleading myself because of you

so is my refuge torment Sad...Empty.