Cuppa

I'm at our old kitchen bar once again.
It makes me smile that your cuppa taste 
just the same as it always did.
For a short while it was pleasant.
Our daughter engaged in some kitchen 
memories that we share.
You couldn't help yourself and fire in
verbal shots. 
The moment like our love, comes to an end.
Up into the cold night air, away from us forever.
I scan around, I realise your dreams have died,
and you're now a stranger with much to hide.
Stop, you're making a princess hard.
an I accept every last drop of us, just like
this cuppa has gone.

Seeking Fortune

Seeking fortune not a friend 
shooting and theiving 
vow I'll search untill the end.
Do I beleive truly in the saviour
when running in such way
even with my mouth I profess each day.

Street poets have no dreams to tell
drown their soul with whisky
then write of hell.
Well they not know of mine!
So I shall cast no pearls
before this herd of swine

Let me reach lost souls
fuck their silk made sheets,
whether paddle oar rowing
or commander of the fleet.

compromised

Accept where he is taking you.
Why kick againts the good?
There need not be this flood.

He did not come for peace on earth.
You know who we are,
you know what we deserve.

He's freed the anchor
just pull it in.
You're compromised
Stand and trust in him
walk away, repent from this sin.

It throbs, it cries
we all a work in progress,
remember why that night you
said 'yes'

He is love

Suffered in His love for our sin,
overwhelmed in
my acknowledgement,
I embrace my gift and win.
A relationship for offer,
personal and true.
Re-established by the spirit 
when inside He flew.
Son of man at the core 
anoint in the rainfall of life
a sacrifice so pure,
Grace so kind. love,
heart, soul, and mind.
Wind in the sail,
He is love. 
Love, will never fail.

The Harbour

They decide to take one last walk around the harbour.
Many thoughts clogging both their minds keeping them
silent to each other. Their hands tightly graspsed so
tightly, the diamond ring that he bought her begins to
pierce his finger, he dare not loosen his grip, he never
wants to let her go.
They look out passed the calm green waters. The wind 
blowing the air straight towards them, they smell the sea 
and taste the salt. With yesterdays news at the forefront
of his mind he sighs, knowing he will miss this beautiful
sight, but not nearly as much as her and all her ways.
 The seagulls circle the trawler, singing with excitment.
A scurrying crab distracts and his eyes follow noticing
the boats coming in. Just behind the rocks where they first
kissed. A lonely tear rolls down his face.
He looks to the heavens and pleads for another option, he 
waits but no reply comes back. The hardest decision of his
tormented life, he sighs again in acceptence knowing he's
the man chosen to do it. Carrying his responsibilty, like 
the cross.