It was built where the rain fell grey,Where men worked hard and drank pain away.Where fathers were silent, childrens dreams small.And nobody spoke of the hurt at all. Its mills had gone quiet, its high streets grown bare,With boarded-up windows and in the air.There were debts on the doorstep, and jobs hard to find,And oldContinue reading “The Old Road Out.”
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The Candles
The candles count the years, but not the light.Some stars still shine when hidden from sightThere’s laughter in the wind, beyond control.An imprint on the soul, but I cannot holdThe grey skies came without saying goodbye.Today it rained, so we remember the sky.
Music From the Cell
Goodbye My Lover I sit starring out the window from the kitchen table.The clouds pass by, I’m tired but I’m able. My prayers these days don’t start with why. When a song the radio catches my eye. Well, not my eye, but somewhere much deeper,A memory I’d forgotten, the feeling though a keeper. Goodbye MyContinue reading “Music From the Cell”
Home
He survived the war, just to come home and die, on his way to church. The story is simple, yet this one is hard for to recite. The women gathered there beside his coffin, their hair covered, dressed in black. It was tragic, yet somehow romantic. He survived the war but died on his wayContinue reading “Home”
My Lady
I see your face,and all its imperfections,through the sunlight that shines through the window in church. Through the incense and chants. you look so beautiful,soft and pure. Through your eyesI see your soul, and I knowGod made us to be. I slaughter dragons every day,but thats alright,if I come home to you,my Lady.
The Beautiful & Frightening Truth
To know Christ is to stand before the Truth, bare beneath a heaven that sees through every lie. And what a beautiful terror it be. Beautiful — His light is mercy, His voice is peace, His wounds are open doors into eternity. Frightening — His light leaves nowhere for darkness to hide. He enters theContinue reading “The Beautiful & Frightening Truth”
Our Home
I know the world — I’ve walked its streets, I’ve heard the lies, I’ve tasted grief, I’ve watched them sell their souls for gold. Then swear they’re young when they know they old. I’ve seen the jealous turn to stone,The hungry make another’s known. The mouths that run, the tongues that tear. The ones whoContinue reading “Our Home”
, Give a Fuck
They said I’m wrong and heartless. But it was them, not me, that produced it.Pointing their left middle finger, Im glad I did not fit. I cared for years and years, too much years of heartache, fear and pain,of worrying about everything,then worrying once again. It takes years of giving a fuckabout things you cannotContinue reading “, Give a Fuck”
Praying for a simple Week
Jump in my van,through the wide-open air,a little bit of workand a whole lot of prayer. Praising God,then back on the road,For a song in the heart,Lifts the weight of a load. Back to the gardens,where the green things grow,then back in the vanwhen it’s time to go. Home to my boys we wrestle and weContinue reading “Praying for a simple Week”
My Reggie Boy
French girls are fun, my son,Spanish girls, not so.But if you make one yours,she can take you far,farther than you know. And son, I’d tell you,go see the world.Don’t let it pass you by.I’ve walked through many places,gazed beneath many foreign sky. So travel, my son.Get lost sometimes.Hear the tongues of strangers.Eat their food, tasteContinue reading “My Reggie Boy”
