I'm Thinking About You

I think about you like dreamers think about shooting stars in the night sky
When I was with you I felt like I could do anything -- even fly
I'm thinking about you like the heavens think about the earth as a whole
Except you're the one looking down on me.  That is when my heart is full
I'm thinking about you as the winds of change gently but surely pass me by
I miss you a lot and won't let you down.  You are motivation.  The hot tear in my eye
I'm thinking about all the great times we had.  Moments swirl and dance in my mind
The walker, the halo, your cool shiny glasses all play in my head like a song in rewind
I'm thinking about you and I'm not giving up, you never did so neither will I
I'm thinking about you like a dreamer thinks about shooting stars in the night sky

Bridges

Life is full of great rivers that can seem overwhelming.  Sadly, many people drown not knowing that there was a way to cross.

Rivers, start out like any problem, small and seemingly harmless.  A small stream trickling through the quiet woods can become a hissing and crashing force that can rip a once sturdy tree right out of the ground.  Snow builds up on the mountain side all winter and is ignored like an issue we try to keep out of our mind.  Then it is exposed by the sun and floods our lives with stress and frustration. 

Rivers inevitable, and often very uncontrollable just like our circumstances in life.  One moment it will be calm, the next it will be an icy rapids, engulfing us and taking away the things we love most.  Life is a river, sometimes we have a fork where we have to decide where to go.  As the pull of water takes us farther and carries us faster, our ability to choose starts to become limited.  You started on calm waters and now you are being dragged to a bitter end.

How do you cross rivers? Bridges.


A colossal, dependable stretch over ice
Something that can save our sorry life
Some bridges are simply what we feel

Some bridges are made of gleaming steel

Some are made out of ropes and wood

They are often misunderstood

Bridge, a platform of sturdy rock

One made of an idea or thought

Whether they are young or old

Good bridges are strong and hold

A bridge is the key to life's locked doors

It will take you places you've never been before
A bridge needless to say will work all night and day
Holding out strong, always, with out pay
A vindicated hero most often unsung
Unscathed by the rivers piercing cold run
Why fear the terrible danger beneath
With the gospel of peace just beneath your feet?
Sometimes when crossing you need to be brave
But think of the bitterness and pain you've been saved
Some times you want to go your own way
Deceptively strong currents will pull you astray
Whether a leader, loved one or righteous desire
Bridges keep you safe by keeping you higher
Like an accomplishment on your shelf
You feel proud you made it yourself
Like a guarded trophy, engraved and embossed
Bridges show that life's hardest rivers can all be crossed

Fear of the Dark: Iron Maiden

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something's
Always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's
Always there

Have you run your fingers down
The wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared
To take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's
Watching you
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's
Someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklore
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's
Always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's
Always there

Fear of the Dark

I'm not afraid of the dark I'm afraid of what's in it.  When you wake up in a cold sweat and you know a sound woke you up but you don't know what it was.  You listen, holding as still as possible.  You even hold your breathe, at first you are doing it so you can scope out any sounds in your house but then you start to shallow your breathes in case someone is listening for you. 

When you're having a campfire in the mountains, you feel safe and warm.  Then you look behind into the vast blackness.  The shadows from the fire dance.  You realize you can't see very far into the forest but your fire probably can be seen from a great distance.  You feeling surrounded and put your cold back to the impending peril of the night. 

Playing hide and go seek, you are hiding somewhere dark.  As you stealthily hide under cover you begin to feel uneasy.  You can't really move and something begins to crawl on you.  Goosebumps spread over your skin, which becomes 10 times more sensitive to the tickling of the creatures small legs.  If you move it could bite.  You don't know if it's a black widow or a cockroach.  You freeze and wait. 

You walk alone and feel like something isn't right.  You hear foot steps behind you but when you look no one is there.  As your pace quickens so does your phantoms.  Once again, when you look no one is there.  You stop, hearing nothing but crickets and your own heart pounding in your chest. 

You're babysitting and the power goes out.  Something "bumps" upstairs.  It's just your imagination right?       

Thoughts Regarding Pain

Sometimes the things we love the most, are the ones that cause us the most pain.  Pain is the result of our body and soul telling us when to stop, to slow down, and when to hold on tighter.  It tells us when to let go, it tells us when it’s worth it or not.  Life and it’s cycles can be pretty random; how we react to the pain determines the kind of person we become.  What we do when things get hard, that is what defines us.

Love: The Disease

I look at you and my heart sets ablaze
It seems like years when its been days
I was wandering and it's been awhile
Since I've seen your lovely smile

Your beautiful eyes look back at me
Your lips they speak, lies and misery
I'm choking and I don't know what to say
I'm in love with this joyful disarray

I'm hopeful and vulnerable at the same time
I'm crushed and wounded but I feel fine
Happy and sad.  My heart is aching but I'm glad
Day dreams sublime but at night I don't sleep, it's bad

My conditon is undefined, call it what you will
What I need most seems to be whats killing me
Boiling red shots of emotion are filling me
I can't explain these many things that I feel

Day at the Dentist (freewrite)

I have an appointment with the dentist today

I love going in to see him, in almost every way

I open the steel doors to the most glorious scent

The aura of burnt rubber and cool peppermint

In the waiting room I’m watching the game

My heart skips a beat as the call out my name

They sit me down on a nice leather chair

As I lean back and relax, I haven’t a care

Sparkling silver probes tickle my teeth

No cavity or plaque is safe from their reach

Delicious foam sits on my teeth to soak

It’s so tasty I can feel it go down my throat

He is here! 8 years of college, his mind isn’t dull

He can still understand me when my mouth is full

I’ve been brushing everyday, oh how happy I’ll be

When I find out that somehow I have a dang cavity

Animal

Crawling through a jungle of concrete
Custom fit suit, walking on two legs
 Shiny leather shoes cover his feet
This animal is human - or so they would say

Head held high he scuffles along the walk
Sign reads "NO JOB, HELP PLEASE"
Greedy eyes see the beggar but still he will not stop

No guilt or remorse just here to survive
Lying, stealing, killing-
It doesn't matter what you do as long as your alive

His words are venom, full of deceit
No claws but he is ready to rip you up
He'll shake your hand when you meet

Inside us all there is a choice
Between good and a hungry beast
Deep within listening to a voice
Where good is greater but chosen least

Being human isn't just being able to think
We are something more than that as a whole
It's more of a feeling than an instinct
That separates us- a human from an animal

"There is a sufficiency in the world for man's need but not for man's greed." -Gandhi