for as a summer day was had
before the rain
between the heat
she shackled, sliding
her sweetest gaze
between the roof
beyond the haze

and as she shimmered
silence listened
between her breaths
above the children
the blackness gasped a purple spot
and mothers danced
the raining shot

because beyond the people stand
the hands, the face
the mother land
beyond the selfish
above the cruel
between the violence
about the soul

she dances
spreading quaking laughs
the brittle branches
happily splash
the wind it loves
her silly games
he plays along
makes swirly rains

they all continue
as they should
beneath the will
inside the could
because as all the
weather folks know
she does not
will not
obey them so

she leaps, she sings
her made up song
just how she feels
she’s never wrong
she dances
with her sweetest gaze
between the roof
beyond the haze

Between the streets of skepticism strong,
if when you lace the light of joy and fail,
if violent gestures thick command the throng,
and solemn lips proclaim their faith went stale
then Halt! and know that I believe: the hands
that heal though we have pierced them in our sin,
the generations numbered as the sands,
the golden book, and seeds of faith within

My voice which beckons from a distance space
and begs you to sustain your love through grace.

Oh thou, partaker of peace
with whom I swim in wondrous myriads of blessings-
we pass them,
like handfuls of smooth hard rice
beneath a mist of translucent courage

oh that I could stay
betwixt this hollow of hope
forever waxing and waning
with every tender breath you steal

but go now.
with my hands at your back-
I will slap you if you stay
for I will be within your feather heavy heart
like a twist inside a pocket watch

we count time together.
so go.

chiselface,
you simple mesh
of pure fake goodness
fluctuating pools of
ineffable charm.

why won’t you smile at your youth?
you stride in the fairyland
of woods and bigbadwolves
and by you I stride.

despite wrongly flowered turns
and yellowbrick folly
I am your Supervisor

the masked will flaunt
overpracticed laughs of evil
and the Haggard Ones witch brew lizards legs
may even  
--stick-- you with sharp pins of Discomfort Curse
but I will --stick-- with you

The dangerous road loves lost princes.
you feel
moths-at-light-fatigue
but ever at the end
I,
Happily Ever After,
will climb inside
your nestled foolish cocoon
to spin your gold and
design your perfect maidens.

chiselface,
you simple mesh
of pure fake goodness
fluctuating pools of
ineffable charm.

Why won’t you smile at your youth?

When I walk on
the treadmill roads
Intended
by my selfish feet
****** thy hands into my soul
and Yank
misused
marionette strings

reverse my decisions
inverse my positions
delightfully
discordantly

refract
your light into mine eyes
that blinded I may see
with humbled mottled clarity
thy boundless charity

transcend my omissions
And mend my revisions
emphatically
radically

do this
with harsh
decided love
protective father smile.
make every step
I feebly take
worth your matchless while

rehearse my transgressions
transverse my digressions
dramatically
tyrannically

the dance you wield
with tangled strings
shall far exceed
my selfish dreams
so tear, dear father
every whim
devote me
solely
unto Him