winter to summer: souls wrestle at night

The winter wind cuts through the cracks of my skin.  

The blowing ice pierce my eyes

Tears sting my cheeks.

The cold hand of mystery and forlorn lost,

build a stream inside of me.

Takes me somewhere warm.

Where my winters will meet an end in your summer breath and sunshine eyes. 

Your fully colour and I am black and white. 

These legs stand against the sun 

So strong against the grain.

Shimmering like dust 

I cry out, "the beauty is too much"

Because beauty resonates in a moment and bleeds upon my head as a memory. 

I will search until I have no more hands to dig, nor a heart to spend 

For upon this grave I know there is life far more blistering hot then my own. 

Fear cannot live while you breath

Darkness flees with the voice of truth. 

Peace flows from your pores, while silent prayers come forth from loving lips. 

Skyward they soar, to bring flesh to these dry bones. 

Fight for your lungs to fill again

Fight for your heart to beat again. 

To love, to speak,

for passion to bring light to these broken vessels. 

Do not tarry Spirit! 

Do not wait to break apart this clay and stone. 

To cut the diamonds from our crusty eyes.

These tears must mean more then moisture upon your skin. 

These tears are more then salt upon your lips. 

These tears are heart cries to the heavens. 

And realities firmly shaped by truth. 

They may not see with mortal eyes,

They may not touch with humans hands. 

Two palms pressed against palms.

Two souls bleed into one.

Two rivers flow into one Spirit. 

Two souls to divide flesh and marrow.

Two hearts beat as one. 

A flash of lightning, the sound of thunder  

Hasting the day of Christ's return.  

drive-by resurrection

Your drive-by resurrection

Your loving revelation

Your dream station

Drop everything with spikes

Sharp and blistering. 

For every moment is sacred 

Every eye on you has a soul

Every deed has a consequence. 

So remember to burn bright 

Resolution, energetic light. 

Keep your loved ones tight 

And fight girl fight. 

the passing days

Erase your memory's so you don't need to forget.

Take away the bad things so you don't need regret. 

Dream of the sun, so you don't need a gun

Live love so you don't need to run. 

We are, they got, and that's not enough. 

When the winter blooms upon the dry rocks.  

Life folds into its self and there is darkness.

Darkness has a cold dark cost.

Can't look into the black eyes of the lost. 

Circles of belief and faith. 

Turning around at night. 

Going in and out of sight.  

You are lost and this is not right.  

low light

Lungs be ready

Sight unsteady 

Realize that light lays low on days of sorrow.  

The reality is, that reality is, a farce without Christ.  

Smoke this city with sounds of the alter. 

Rain down upon us, oh strong Spirit of salvations thunder.

Bring your power upon this wasted sand.

these souls feed upon venomous lies.

Bring your truth to this broken land.