You’re always just a reach away
For every time I go astray
There’s nowhere I could ever go
That Your love won’t reach, I know.

Why do you crucify me
with sharpened words, as if somehow
your strength relies
on my weakness?

Nowadays, I feel less like lover
and more like sacrificial lamb
and though it's a role I've embraced
my eyes, are dampened daily with tears
that hold no miracle or favor

if I could, I would pull myself down from this cross  
but you drove the nails in too deep this time, and I
only have just enough strength
to turn this water into wine

I begged you to just hold on, hoping
things would get better with time, and that
we would build a shelter together, but

you couldn't, and
I understand why
but don't fault me because
I can't be your savior

*I would save you, if I could

most of my life I have tried to keep
appearances and show the world
that I was a strong confidant young man

I smiled my polite smile as I was dying inside,
so afraid to share with any other human being
all the shame and guilt I kep buried deep inside

I have a fellowship of people today,
where our common weakness unites us
and we find strength in mutual vulnerability

when I embrace my weakness,
I allow God to enter into me
through my wounds

how easily I forget along with the rest of the world
that God chose to meet us face to face in weakness,
in a flesh like mine

the structures, magnifcient beauty behold..
in silence i can hear their story be told..
long ago a race built them to sustain life..
to harness a great energy, a sort of astrial drive..

in a circle they were built..
at the center was a platform that tilt..
i stood at the center and looked to the stars..
it tilted slighly and revealed a pale blue light from afar..

or second home shined bright blue..
the structures powered a doorway through..
we arrived on earth so long ago..
driving out a race that was here before..

Grace to live righteous,
Grace to love neighbour
And enemy and my cross
To bear: give me, O Saviour,

In a world where many people
Often use God's name to act evil.

when you have fame,
the world adores you.
But when you're lame,
the world ignores you

when you're happy,
the world abhors you.
And when you're grieving,
they entirely destroy you.

when you wage war,
the world supports you.
But when you seek peace,
they never comfort you.

the world is worsening,
every second we live.
we shall end our suffering,
if we start to believe.......
                                      in God

It was the first darkness who saw it first.. The whirlwind, the tornado, the vortex of shine.. small at first.. But no matter the size it sent darkness running in all directions.. only to see from afar and fear the glow.. darkness learned to hide behind solids.. creating children called shadows.. The light shines on as the darklings hide from it..

Sad gray man..
Won many prizes in his time..
Award after award..
All because of his sorrow never-ending..

The sad gray man is a painting..
Forever drawn out to be..
A sad wicked eternal lonelyness..
But he still loves his creator, this artist..

It was one day, one week, one month..
He decided to draw her..
She was not gray..
And she was not sad..

Together holding hands..
The sad gray man smiled at last..
She found him..
As they set sail toward colors eternal..

Such colors yet again. In a black night sky at a beach at midnight. I explain the colors to everyone.. I spin and spin these colors behind clouds.. so beautiful this world.. I then fly over the oceans.. With colors spotlighting me from above.. 

In such a shift the floods have trapped a school bus.. the colors above are still there.. I go and help and jump into the raging waters.. I create a strong pocket of glass air around the bus.. no water can get through.. 

The waters calm and the children are saved.. but such sorcery has left my body floating and lost.. we search for it with spirit eyes. a water tiger floats beside it and sleeps with my body.. He has a job to guard it from law.. 

I awake with colors again..