My best friend says either God invented us
Or we invented God, nothing else makes sense to her:

I guess I don't know what makes sense to me either, but
when  I feel comfort sending prayers into the Universe
or I survive what should have crushed me, or
or I see my children's faces in the album of my mind, or
especially In the moments after loving my wife and
         we lie quiet in the night

I feel what we must call God and I know,
I just know,
That people aren't smart enough to have invented Love.

A cloud of despair
A puff of hope
Every chance of redemption
Is but a screen of smoke

Behind the façade
Lurk arcane deals and shameless lies
Leave only the what ifs
And the wonder whys

Deception, despair  
Who really cares
Propagating the notion
That life should be fair

We've built a world
Where flesh is king
We must fill the king's coffers
With new, shiny things

We give money our worship
And fame our praise
We denigrate morality
And nurture the depraved

With ignorant audacity
We declare ourselves wise
Birthing debauchery and malevolance
As innocent blood cries

In the name of self-actualization
We reject a Holy God
Encouraging moral departure
With a wink and a nod

My first real job
was trying to glue
blown up teenagers
back together.
I was twenty, old.
I held them in my arms
and told them lies
while they cried and died.
Told them it was ok,
they were fine, going home.
Their spirits lodged in
the secret chambers
of my broken heart.
I can never forget.
Their faces stick
in in my brain
like photos in a wallet.
I will never forgive
those who sent us to die
and then treated us
like mad, pariah dogs
if we made it back.
But we knew what we knew.
He today who sheds
his blood with me
shall be my brother.
Brothers in arms.
Brothers forever.

Your soul knows that uncovering
It's natural happiness lies in
Extending it's happiness outwardly
Like a spring bubbling forth
With its precious life giving gift of water

You have always been able to cope
With each situation that has
Presented itself to you and this is true
Of your future as it is of your past

All is always provided for you on your pathway
So spread those wings my dear friends and fly
In large sweeping motions and soft subtle breaths
As your life changing force brings you blissful joy

If a person would starve,
just so he could eat...
How could you think...
she would want him to suffer?

If a person would walk miles with him,
just to be sure he is safe...
How could you think...
she would want to harm him?

If a person would make sacrifices,
to ease his burden...
How could you think...
she would add to his worries?

If a person would silently cry all night,
feeling his sorrows and troubles...
How could you think...
she would hurt him? *

If a person has promised and have always,
kept his secrets safe with her...
How could you think...
she would intentionally betray his trust?

If a person could do anything,
just to make him smile, to see him happy...
How could you think...
she would deceive him?

If a person have done all the things that she could,
to prove that he means the world to her...
How could you think...
she would deliberately disappoint him?

If a person cannot imagine,
him not by her side as who he has always been...
How could you think...
she wouldn't care to lose him?

If a person have always treasured,
all that he have shared with her...
How could you think...
she would dare to make him feel this way?

If a person is only a person,
Only a human who made a stupid mistake...
How could you think...
she did not fall on her knees...
beating herself for the crime she had not committed?

If a person have always put him,
before herself...
How could you think
her heart is not breaking just as much?

I write in concrete;
find mystery in the real
and the everyday.

I saw you once, more a glimpse
before time began
we swam in the dark
and I felt the touch of your hand

you were a poet in love with words
and the words loved you back
you spoke us into light
and read our poet hearts.

When a creator creates
the echoes of love
eternally reverberate
sending waves upon many shores.

The rock that once balanced on the mountain
has now tumbled down and blocked the only pass,
the valley remains cut-off, unable to sustain
even prayers could not move the big stubborn mass.

When great minds converge, they carry burden of hopes,
when creativity has to come out of neccessity,
esoteric ideas amalgamate with ladders and ropes.

Sheer force was unable to move the heavy bull
the ram was dropped and chisel was chosen,
it was time to think whether destruction can be beautiful

That which cannot be moved, can be carved to perfection
suited to your need, can bloom with painstaking nurture.
The valley now has become a source of attraction
with a tall structure on pass, called a gateway to the future.