By His wounds

Palm leaves reach out in worship
for they knew, just who He was.
He flipped tables in the den of thief's.
He showed his way the truth. 
Broke bread and explained of a no greater love
then betrayed with a kiss.
Snatched in the dark, a snatch in secret.
Found guilty of His innocence, denied by His friends.
Cheers of victory as the metal ripped His flesh.
Embraces the cross He would hang upon 
a testimony to the truth.
From oil to their feet to nails through His hands.
They curse and mock as He makes all things new.
By His wounds we are healed.

Seeing Death

Last one goes in, goes down
crippled, keeled, floor pressing hard
against my double crown.
Dizzy, dazed feeling out for the door
struggling, curled out on the floor.
Sweat, tears, body's being bled,
gagging, chocking only bloods being shed.
I shut my stinging eyes to deaths smile,
it's attacking from inside agony it's vile.
Needing God's force to fight,
evils pondering like a moth to a light. 
They're laughing as I cry, 
there's no one to hold me and kiss me goodbye.
Familiar voices in my head, 
somehow different instead.
Is it him? The one who satisfies in my sin.
Eyes lost in my cry, all alone i'm going to die.
The blood runs from my wrists to my palms,
then catching my eye the new testament and psalms.

Summers Last Dance

Raining leaves falling far from half bear trees
rustling swirling with every well mannered breeze
a brief introducing from a hungry squirrel
 playing conkers on the ground
running quickly hiding from the trodden twig sound
natures beauty still attractive
smell of wood fire on cue
withering though soulful
lapping the last rays of the sun
as the lady birds lazily do
swings push happiness children laughing
in their fun
dogs greeting with nose to bum
I think of the talks, walks, love and romance
In this scene of Gods peace I realise already we've
had summers last dance.

West winds

West winds blow hope throughout 
the west lands of freedom.
In escaping the devils neck crank.
Am I now the batman and not the joker?
In a soprano high notes battle, she touched 
me with divinity at the foot of mount Zion,
that I am now brave enough to climb.
As a child of the creator
I hunted those words of value.
So if she's the beauty
I must undoubtedly be the beast
she civilized.

Dream

You were once only a dream that I had.
I was a meandering river 
gushing towards your valley of still
turned, the elixir of life.
As the dreamers dream,
now you're to be my wife. 
Dreams like you are beautiful.
But where do dreams begin?
Is it on the strings of harps and violin?
In the light of never failing love 
dreams believed come true. 
Still I dream of my future with you.

I hope now someone loves you

You once asked if I loved you
my short answer was no.
The truth my feelings 
I could not let go.
I was dancing in the pink hue
of the atmosphere,
escaping the dragons fiery breath
I could not see, I was deaf.
There has been now many moons 
many of them blue,
I hope now someone loves you
and his love is true.

Like an angel

Like an angel, I need you today
to roll this stone away.

My heart pumps love like its fair
whilst my head doesn't seem to care.

Christopher said 'our view of this world
is like a mirror reflecting one's soul'.
Well, in a deep wishing well.
I'm the poem and the pen, 
to feel more intensely than most
spirits and men.
 
I'm on fire, so is the nation
as I write away a need 
in this place of creation.

These nights with you

I would cut down to hear 
your laugh just one more time,
have not just fading memories 
drowning in this bottle of wine. 
I miss you more than i ever 
could've thought,
I wish it didn't ache
and your life wasn't cut so short.
I reflect on us as children, 
in the past i love to flirt
I'll forever have these nights with you,
no matter how much they hurt.