the idea of love
when it is wet and rainy
and cold
and when no one understands your thoughts
the voice of love
when you are confused
and scribbling letters on dry faded
yellow paper
the touch of love
when you cry
the door shut
being quite
hiding a wound
the words of love
through
thin
crackling
pages
each word
carves like a knife
at your guarded heart
the action of love
your hopes
fears and failures
your harsh words, unloving glances-
your heart sinking in disbelief-
pinned down and paid for.
the look of love
when you finally meet the eyes
of your savior.

"my stomach feels like it just got hugged."

-after having a lovely evening at ichiban Japanese cuisine! :)

my desire for you
is great
it consumes my thoughts
my today
i am overwhelmed
by the longing
the longing for your presence
it stirs me
deeply and there is no rest
until i find it in you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaEEEPU2MgA


Am I at the point of no improvement?
What of the death I still dwell in?
I try to excel, but I feel no movement.
Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?

Never underestimate my Jesus.
You're telling me that there's no hope.
I'm telling you you're wrong.

Never underestimate my Jesus
When the world around you crumbles
He will be strong, He will be strong

I throw up my hands
"Oh, the impossibilities"
Frustrated and tired
Where do I go from here?
Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly
Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear



I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
Gather my insufficiencies and
place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands

im so happy they re- did this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8znYPXhZFA

this is just so good- John Donne

AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise, 5
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ; 10
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove 15
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. 20

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so 25
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam, 30
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just, 35
And makes me end where I begun.

feed them

overflow my heart like a cup spilling
spilling out on a dry ground
the water floats, then soaks in deep.
Lord fill me and let me seep into
a craving mass..
People, every tongue and nation
mouths open, heads up.
I see the tears, they are running down
white, brown, gold faces
young and wrinkled
timid and bold
eager hungry in anticipation.
mouths open, eyes closed...
waiting for salvation.