Come Out

Come out, come out
It’s true out here.
Release your grip on tiresome truths
Release your fears which strangle you
Shake off the wrappers, the grime, the dirt
Speak from your heart
It will never hurt.

I Want to Climb

I want to climb up the hill.
I want to see from the top.
I can see so far.
I can see where I put my feet.
Beyond is uncertainty but I do not fear.
There is only a fear of here.
Here there is a dreadful stagnancy
A sort of round and round in the mind.
The mind keeps being trapped.
They trap you, make you feel bad.
Make you feel you should do something
Make you feel you should be proud.
Make you feel you should play a role.
Make you feel you should be twenty feet off the ground.
They make you feel you should know the ins and outs.
They make you feel you should know all the facts.
They make you feel you should be a responsible giant.
They make you feel you should nod your head.
They make you feel you should walk side by side.
They make you feel you should speak words.
They make you feel you should protect your home.
They think you should be fancy free.
They think you should work for the good of the land.
The land was once so good.

You Pour Water on my Soul

You pour water on my soul
It’s kind of an unsaid thing
You can say as much as you like
Love is not in writing or words
I’m learning it these days.
Was he like a little boy?
The way he just stood there
He was so sweet
So humble
So true, so free
Humble makes pure
Humbleness even in rejection.
No lashing back with pride or ego
Still so sweet
Humble makes pure.

Search No More

Search no more
It is here
I have it in my hand
I have the key which leads me
into the promised land
It is your undoing which scarves your eyes
It is your disbelief which covers up your skies
Take off your scarves
Show me your bruised eyes.
Let me see your quiet mouth
Let me see your silent stare
Let me see your contented frame
Never say those words again
Never fill the air with such pain
Never let such beauty witness such pain
May God fill you with purity from tip to toe
and you will be strong again.

We Can All Say Things Our Own Sweet Way

We can all say things our own sweet way,

Yet I am afraid all has been said.

All has been said yet people don’t hear.

They don’t hear because it frightens them so.

They lock themselves up

thinking they are righteous and free

But really they are just like you and me

I feel the voice inside my being

I feel the sadness of your tongue

I feel the wind inside my ears

I feel the ever so light touch

of your tingling ,fuzzing, satiny, smooth fleshy flesh

I feel your flesh and yet I am not sure if I feel you.

If I could be sure it was you my heart would cry joy

My heart would love you so pure and free

My heart lays all at my feet

My heart picks me up and leads me on

Leads me unto Kingdom come

Come, let me show you the way too

It is a glorious, glorious, glorious, glorious path

The sights to behold will always last

But you must cast off your chains,

You must bow down in humble praise of those things He has given.

You must look fear in the face

You must see the terror of this dying place

Let me help you

Let me try

Let us all sit down and cry

It’s there, it’s there

The beauty of it all

The voice in the sea

The floating ghost in the hall

The feathery tendrils which flow and flow

The swelling fruit in the bowl

Let us thank Him for our pleasure

Let us be proud to see His treasure.

Care I not for your treasures

Care I not for your treasures

For I see greater things

I see the twinkle in the eyes of birds

and the glide of beautiful wings

This air spreads out before me

Like being on a stage

The lights shine down and awaken my mind but

Now I must perform for you, you the darkened one

You the fearful ones, the ones who spread lies

Look at me with mistrusting eyes

She speaks not

She laughs

She cries

The dance has just begun

After the Rains Have Gone

After the rains have gone I feel clean again.

It is the starting of a new day .

My words have been said before I know.

It is the gift of insight