pale blue light// poem

Rest your sleepy soul tonight

Dream amidst the pale blue light

Let your pain and worry go

Under the spell of azure glow

Lightly flowing through your hair

How I wish I was up there

Where hued halos light your dreams

Kissing your face where I should be

Where are we going, what can we do

When we are lost in lonely blue?

It's you who haunts my dreams tonight

My almost love in pale blue light.

2015 || a poem

Here's to me giving up. 

Here's to me letting go.

Here's to heartbreaking goodbyes, 

Here's to heart healing hello's.

Here's to Him who is strong.

Here's to Him who's still there

Here's to forgiving and forgetting 

Here's to accepting His care.

Here's to remolding of clay

Here's to fires and kilns

Here's to refining redemption

Here's to death of my wills.

Here's to beauty from dust

Here's to beauty through pain

Here's to beauty within 

Here's to crushing what's vein.

Here's to struggle and fight

Here's to peace and to calm

Here's to spiritual heat,

Here's to spiritual balm.

Here's to another year gone.

Here's to sorrowed and joyed.

Here's to the good Lord of light.

Here's to darkness destroyed.

Here's to the start of new things

Here's to the finish of old

Here's to courage to stand

Here's to strength to be bold.

Here's to friends who still stay,

Here's to friends who have gone.

Here's to souls yet unborn,

Here's to souls who've passed on.

Here's to you, oh new year.

Here's to hope and to change.

Here's to stains swapped with clean, 

Here's to Glorious Exchange.

Here's to you, oh new year.

Here's to all you may bring.

Here's to the ticking of temporal time, 

Here's to the coming of our King.

Christmas Eve// a reflection

I think one of the devil's greatest tools is to take away joy during Christmas. To make us forget the meaning of the history of this time. If we are dragged down with ourselves and fearful and worried about our lives, we don't focus on the opportunity for eternal life that's been won. We don't want to be better people come New Years. We feel hopeless. There is war. There is death. And there is NOT peace on earth or good will toward men.

It sounds cheesy, but Christmas is a fight. It's a battle, in each of our own hearts for who we live for, and why we live at all. The closer we come to Emanuel's returning, the stronger the devil will fight for souls. And through our Emanuel, we must fight all the harder. I encourage you, friends and family, to keep spreading joy. It's contagious, and people watch the way you live. Spread love, because you are loved so greatly by more than mortal hearts. Spread peace, because this world is screaming for it. 

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Oh come thou day-spring, come and cheer

Our spirits by thine advent here

Disperse the gloomy clouds of night

And death's dark shadows put to flight

Rejoice! Rejoice!

Emanuel shall come to thee oh Israel.

Rejoice! Rejoice! 

Emanuel HAS COME TO THEE oh Israel.//

And he shall come again.

.:lost at sea:.

this is a song adaptation of my poem "Tide".
I really love this song, and I hope you to do.

I wrote to you my love, Many moons ago my love

A dear letter oh my love, For you

My heart is crashing with the waves, Ocean’s flow and ocean’s spray

And I pray it finds its way, To you.
--
It says

The fear of the unknown, haunts me to the bone, as i stand here alone, without you.

 For right has become wrong, in our tragic love song, when i thought that all along, i needed you.

Though I said that I was done, that my song had been sung, and the battle i won for my heart,

I still want you near, to calm all my fear, to wipe away the tear, you left as your mark.

Message in a Bottle

Message in a  Bottle

Oh My Message in a Bottle

Is Lost at Sea

Somehow inside, though I thought my love had died, im still pulled by the tide, to your smile.

I cannot control, the relentless pull, for my heart to be full, and believe like a child.

Oh I thought that we could be, just as strong as the sea, completely free, of this whole life.

But my faith is fading, for I cannot keep waiting, for you to start changing, your mind.


Message in a Bottle

Message in a  Bottle

Oh My Message in a Bottle

Is Lost at Sea            

Lost at Sea , Lost at Sea , Lost at Sea.

I cannot hold much longer, for the waves are growing, stronger, making me to want wander back into your arms

And  In my twisted mind, while I’m  drowning i find, that i still want you mine, though you've killed my heart.
The seas foam and roar, tossing me to the shore, where I have been before, this i knew.

And the fear of the unknown, haunts me to be bone, i still stand here alone,

without you.

Message in a Bottle

Message in a  Bottle

Oh My Message in a Bottle, is

Lost at Sea
Lost at Sea
Lost at Sea.
Lost.

.birds.

Hey little bird there
Singing in the summer air
Tell me a story
Of peace, love and harmony.

Hey little bird red
There's something spinning in my head
Trying to make me fall in love
With the one I'm thinking of

Hey little bird there
Floating 'round without a care
Sing me a sweet song
Of old days long gone

Hey little bird blue
I've got a message for you
Send my prayer to heaven 's gate
I only hope I'm not too late

Hey little bird there
Singing in the summer air,
Tell the one I'm thinking of
That I don't want to lose his love

Oh hey little bird there
Singing in the summer air
Tell me a story
Of peace, love, and
Harmony.//

Stay.

Stop me, before I go
Then send me on my way.
I just, I just need to know
If you want me to stay.
Kiss me, before I go
Then I'll be on my way.
I just, I just need to know
If you want me to stay,
Then ask me to stay.
If you want me to stay,
Then ask me to stay,
For you.

//\\Paper Planes //\\

Two crumpled pieces of paper

Lying on the floor

Both a little lonely, both a little blue

Broken hearted, tattered and torn.

Two crumpled pieces of paper

Together they would dream

Of a life where scars and pain would fade

Of a world where they'd be free.

One day one piece of old paper

Now flattened, fixed, and white,

Was molded and folded into a plane 

And he knew he was meant to fly.

The forgotten little piece of old paper

Through tears she watched the sky

Lonely and lost, still broken and blue

She knew that he had to fly.

Well one day the crumpled old paper

Was flattened, fixed, and made white.

And molded and folded into a plane

Now it was her turn to fly.

Two little planes made of paper

Flying different paths

You see young love is simple and oh so sweet,

But young love  never lasts.