dreams and desires
mixing in one
string one fire heart to
want you
Gods choosen one
shepherd me to
the waiting hills
make my feet new
i am limping still
gentle gaze on
my poor state
drawing me softly
patient you wait.
I wonder at you,
holding your staff.
waiting and beckoning me as I
fling forward at last
take off my weight that
dreaded pack.
take me to the heights now.
I dont want to come back.

Where I am From Poem (For Class)

I am from ‘Te quiero” and “What’s happenen Mon?”

I am from underneath the St Croix Palms

Tucked beneath a Caribbean sunrise.

I’m from tart pasta sauce, fried plantains sweet and salt

and fresh rice.

I’m from fat rain and new ribbons, car seat too.

I’m from the flashing lights of Tokyo blind-

And slamming doors bent over in two.

I’m from Costa Rica and Nippon

Sitting quiet under a 4am sun.

I’m from the winter bells of pasteles

Red words whispering me goodnight-

They roll off the tongue and I’m undone.

I’m from “If I tell you one more time”… and “Give me a kiss.”

I’m from wet hair, cold river, cockatoo on my wrist.

Dominican Republic and jade bright tea

Silver chocolate wrappers crinkle and running through trees.

I’m from tucked in deep green and under white stars,

gasping laughter and Happily ever afters.

I’m from red curtain Murray Hill

And pulsing dead ears.

I’m from Chai, paint and glue-sticks.

And from a box of flung paper

happy scribbles and tears.

And of course, voices around the lit fire

Never to end.

I climb through these crystal cobwebs up through

New threads.

dont wait for me -Josh garrels

Please don't wait for me
I lost my way again
I lost my job, I walked away
From the life that I was leading with my friends

When I was young I dreamed
Of a life that had freedom that had joy
Oh life it crushed my soul
With its cruel demands and fool's gold

Please don't wait for me
I lost my way again
I lost my house and my good name
When I found the road of my king

When I was young I dreamed
Of a life that had beauty that had joy
But now I lost my life
For the one I dreamt of as a boy

Please don't wait for me
I ain't coming back again
I cannot turn around
From the place I'm going
To where I've been

listenin to josh garrels
wondering about today
how to make it new
how to draw it right
on blue white trace paper
trace a same day like yesterday?
or draw again tight lines
organized squares
i need it to be more
then just 3 or four scribbles
i need it to stand up
off the page
enough to look back and smile
please

Isaiah 61
The Year of the LORD’s Favor
1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,[a]
2 to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.

Found this from January 29, 2009 Bring me to understand your love again!

(you are sovereign
above all things
you use a little me
to do your work unimaginable
it really puts a grin on my face
and i have to laugh
why would you- the maker of the universe
use a simple faulty small mess
to plant your seeds of hope?
i will never know.
but your love-it is astounding.
i will praise you in all things..
when my heart fails
and when it is lifted.
your abundance flows
you can do immeasurably
MORE than i can imagine
so i await your redemption
and salvation
for me and the ones I love O God of hope.
reign in us.)

high and low
no end no end
high and low
you can see me
kneeling slow
to the ground
a dress piled like
cream.
i am in need
I want You
no more facade
for You.
see the truth is
im a lil confused
and have books named past
i need to dust them off so i can walk away and
play a while
im ready see,
to climb the rust wall
im ready to see
You.
wrists hold me up
and my head strains hair falls in green pools of pairs
of eyes.
please let me come
im running to you unaware
of having no fine shoes
to lace,
running hard on dirt
white dust
covers
and white face.
see i had calculated givings
and bowings
and living.
but i laugh!
because i dont want it anymore
i want to be me.
like a jagged edge
tree
that i am.
reaching craving
the blue, gray or black.
and i want you to trim me
im not pretending, ruff like an oak.
cut me smoother as a birch.
from afar i look a perfect
jewel.
But we are face to face;
You have the chisel ready,
and so am
i