9/23/2012

worthless

Whats the point.
You were right.

I dont got no more fight.

I really cant go on.
Hide me in a closet.

Take me to the bank deposit.

What good am I, really?
You dont even see me.

You dont wanna be me.

Screw this place.
Never mind, screw it all.

I should just take a fall.

If I ran away... that'd be good.
Some far away place.

Maybe outer space.

Shut that door, slip out the back.
You dont even know Im gone.

You wont find my footprints on the lawn.

Im no good.
Never have been.

Drown me in a bottle of gin.

Stay away from me.
I wont let you get close.

Im not a man...just a ghost.

9/10/2012

the other side of the boat

Throughout the night, I search in vain
This net is empty still

But through the cloudless empty skies

My soul is dark and filled

Here, in hiding, I hide my heart

I wont recall His face

But in the quite calm of night

I ache for His embrace

The battered body hanging limp

Upon the cursed tree

While others watched His life depart

I chose to turn and flee

No carpenter can mend this break

No lungs should breath these breaths

The rapid rise of straining sighs

And pain as deep as death

"Cast your net again, my friend

But on the other side"

No man should dare to doubt my strength!

This anger, on my pride!

Exhausted limbs and weary hands

What brashness questions this!

But in His voice, a memory stirs

My jilted choice amiss

Is it...this man, oh can it be
I stare through pooling tears

The man, the One, but no...

Be gone, these mortal fears!

I leave the outline of the man

And quell the rising doubt

"His voice!  No...His voice!"

I stand, but reel in mind

The voice of beauty and of grace

Across the foaming brine!

I cast my net across the bow

Into the silent sea

Then tugs the rope against my hands

What weight! Crushed to bended knee!

Agony, release! I must now know

What man is on the shore

I turn to face the voice of whom

Cruel death could hold no more

The eyes of love are locked with mine

These eyes that could not see

It is the one who beckons still

For everyone like me










John 21:6-7

Soliloquy

On my tombstone's written thusly
"one who marked his pathway well"

In the hours of the testing
Darkness came and darkness fell

But just as simply in a moment
freedom over conquered hell.