Love God, Love People

Simple.
It is a call to action.
It is a stipulation.
It is a fact.
It does not exclude.
It does not name.
It does not reject.
Every race.
Every saint.
Every sinner.
Even you.
Love God,
Love people,
Love yourself.
Simple.

5/21/14

I would like to tell you
how happy you've made me,
in such a short time
as far away as you are,
with the simplistic nature
of whatever you want to call
"us"
but I laugh at myself
when I try to come up
with words
because I think
that you already know.
And maybe you wish
that you could tell me
the same,
and you are laughing
to yourself
too.

Luminous

Your essence is luminous,
and in its presence
I can feel mine brighten.
That is why I prefer
to share your company
in the night.
We are stars.

Mr. Wrong

All of the "Wrongs" keep knocking at the door
that "Right" was supposed to stand in front of
with flowers, dressed in a bow-tie
begging for the privilege of
spending my time
But instead the "Wrongs" come
and I spend their time
wasting mine.

5/17/14.2

My inconsistencies and your
expectations have me drowning
in a consciousness of self
that leans more toward
doubt than awareness.
The preconceived notion
of my probable failure
is an obstacle that I
cannot approach nor
envision tackling.
So, I will remain
in the shadows of
my own comfort
and watch you cross the path
that could have been mine.

5/17/14

You chose your words very carefully, and I am just now aware.
To give yourself an "out" you selected words with indefinite timelines
and made sure to repeat them for me, but in my hopefulness
I overlooked your caution.
I wanted "maybe" to be "definitely", and so it was.

I've changed tables about three times in the four hours
that I've waited for you here, and again it is my hopefulness
that will not let me call this cup of coffee my last
or release myself from the sad cafe where you said
you would (maybe) meet me in.

5/15/14

Slight the man who gave his all
brought the moon down to earth
made all the stars fall.
Cheat him of wholeness
and what you promised him,
because in his gutter he'll find himself
and a king for all men.
The arms that held you
and carried the weight of your dreams
are reaching skyward now
to a greatness unseen.
When his wounds needed cleansing
you offered your cure,
but what saved him was the blood of the lamb
who was pure.

5/14/14

I don't cry.
I step behind my wall.
I close the doors.
I shut my eyes.
I shut you out.
You always say that I'm complicated,
but really you just don't listen.
I tell you what is on my heart
so that you can understand,
but your hearing is selective.
So when i need to cry
I don't go to you
because you will not hold me
because you don't understand.
So I will hold myself
together
behind my wall
with the doors closed
and my eyes shut
and be alone
and I will not cry.

5/7/14

When you discover
the difference
between
living
and
staying alive
then
you will discover
happiness
and
joy
and a life worth living.

Moon

I look up at you every night
and wonder what it would be like to
rest in your shadows
against the sliver of pearly light
that gives a glow to the streets in
my midnight.
You are a mystery
and I marvel at you.

5/4/14

When will you stop hiding behind sideways grins and eyeglasses and realize that I loved you because of the beaming smile that you shut away and the chocolate eyes that you hate? Be comfortable in your skin, and let me, too.

High expectations. Low standards.

You fill me up and
set me on the shelf.
Won't you take a drink of
your own
filth?
You bought me with words that
didn't come true.
So pour a glass,
the only thing cheap
is you.

My label told you
what you'd get.
First I was too sweet.
Now I'm so dry
you can't spit.
I wish you had a label,
but you're so obscure.
"To be fine you must age."
Those were your words
certain and sure.
You won't take your own advice.
You won't have any of mine.
Do you treat all your lovers
like wine?

2/6/14

I prayed for my husband the other night, whoever he is.
I said, "Dear God, let him love you."

2/2/14

Christopher:

It was funny when you told me that you still loved me. Well, I laughed.
I think it was the way your fingers drummed the table. You were nervous, maybe?
I sat in the chair by the window in the coffee shop that we've always called "ours."
I didn't twitch.
I wasn't too aware of my heartbeat.
Your's was pulsing wildly, though. I could see it in the vein trailing down the side of your neck.
Your hair was pulled back in a neat pony tail that obviously meant business.
Maybe that's why it was so funny to me, because it seemed like a business meeting.
Like you had called the board together to discuss your next investment.
It was funny because I knew that you wouldn't really invest in me more than you had, regardless of what
you were confessing.
I laughed because I knew you were full of shit.

Meg:

I called you because I wanted you to know.
I told you to come here because I wanted you to remember.
I was nervous because I didn't know what to expect.
I never expected you to laugh, though.

5/5/14.2

Between you and I are three letters that need to be defined.
There is meaning in the "and" that needs clarity for my sake, please.
I will tell you what I want.
You tell me.
If all you need is another,
I will be the other.
If all you want is a conversation,
I will stay awake to have it.
If you realized the extent that I would reach to be what you need
Maybe you would be careful.
Or maybe you do,
And that is why I have never felt so
safe.

5/5/14

What is it that you want when you are alone and you dream? I want for a peace of mind that I can imagine but never grasp, and I pretend that it can be found in you...though I know where it truly lies, but that place is another thing that seems unattainable. I hear that it is very very real. I have no experience with it, so can it be? I promise that I believe. I know that there is truth. The proof of its majesty are in the skies and in you, but tell me how to feel it.

2/4/14

I don't have words tonight.
My mouth is shut
There is something rising
In me
And I cannot let it
Out.
My hands do not create
Art that tells emotion
And my pen does not
Either.
This rising in me
It wants
To
Escape.
But there is no way
For it to travel.
My mouth is shut,
My pen does not write,
There are no words,
My hands are still
And something is rising in me.
I may ravel at the seams because there is no
Release.

2/23/14

Can you understand all of the 
reasons behind actions or
everything that drives 
a person to 
think the way they do
instinctually without prompt or the
visions that bloom within their 
intricately beautiful minds 
that are wholly their own, not
yours.