Yellow School Bus – Old House
Outside I see a yellow school bus
Next to an old house
Dilapidated like our friendship,
Lost in a Journal.
Now the world can read.
Its history.
We’ve moved on,
But I am still not sure why.
People ask every week,
If it’s still you and me.
Outside in the cold warming each others lips
With an embrace.
Hill over Burkesville
I site atop a hill.
No one is around.
The sun sets quiet and still.
There is a fact of nothing,
It is scaring me. I sing.
To keep my mind off of cats and wild dogs,
And is there a snake under that log?
The poem of the frontiersmen,
Isn’t all they say it is,
But I view this valley not better today,
Leaves chortle at me,
But I laugh and cry. Most have fallen.
I now ascend into the abyss of progress.
Like a Daisy in the Desert
Like a daisy in the desert,
I am placed in a mold, not moving i sit.
I am flattened like lichen, and I hurt.
Like I am not at all here in the least bit.
I will reproduce like the dandelion,
you watch me. . . .
Keep time with a tarnished pseudo-Rolex.
Its green like ourselves wanting
to be real, true to ourselves, true to God.
We want to be a skyscraping sequoia,
Towering over everything we see,
in California.
It would be hard, but so will I be.
Girl, Father, Savior
When you left, I never quite understood why.
The winds picked up and clouds filled the sky.
Girl, I just wouldn’t understand, or I just couldn’t see
That when I hurt you I was also hurting me.
You stayed around though encouraging me to learn a better way.
I think of you daily. I owe you something I can’t repay.
You always found the big in the small.
When I threw you out, you still loved me, and I saw
It was by your thread of love that you sewed my sore,
And I am sure it is you I want to live for.
When I was little, I wanted to walk in your shoes and fly under your wing,
But day to day I run so far from your fathering,
I see myself going up the same paths; they’re pretty steep,
I wish I had taken your advice Dad. I often cry before I sleep.
Out on my own, I am wasting away; it is getting old.
I yearn to grasp the strong hand that I used to hold.
You always found the big in the small.
When I threw myself out, you still loved me, and I saw
It was by your thread of love that you sewed my sore,
And I am sure it is you I want to live for.
I am finally planted in the hollow of Your hand.
I found a girl that knows You and I’m her man.
I have raised three kids, and they have families of their own.
It is scary how straight a crooked man like me has flown,
I see You under the lintel with your open arms and I smile
As my nephews carry me in a box down the pew-skirted aisle.
You always found the big in the small.
When I threw you out, You still loved me, and I saw
It was by Your thread of love that You sewed my sore,
And I am sure it is You I want to live for.
Like a "daisy" breaking the surface
Maybe the great mysteries
I don’t need to know,
So they can surprise me
Like a "daisy" breaking the surface
Just a few miles away.
This Picture
you never seemed to see the picture i painted
i tried to hint it,
but i still feel unacquainted,
do you think i am too big for your circle?
off in the distance, on a cliff,
don’t go!
tell me when you cry, use my handkerchief,
trust can only be formed over time, right?
there is a beautiful rainbow at the end,
yes, sometimes i doubt it, also,
but you are more than a leaf riding the wind,
let me put some fertilizer on your roots
i want to see you as a redwood.
The Big in the Small (edited version)
When you left, I never quite understood why.
The winds picked up and clouds filled the sky.
I just wouldn’t understand, or I just couldn’t see,
Why fortune happened upon the fortunate and not upon me.
But now I have been doused with a thought or two,
That the one who gives me hope is only you,
You always found the big in the small.
When I threw you out, you still loved me, and I saw
It was by your thread of love that you sowed my sore,
And I am sure it is only you I want to live for.
I said, I want to fly under the shielding of your wing,
But day to day I run so far from your fathering,
I see myself going up the same old paths; they are pretty steep,
And I am so lonely here on this course I cry before I sleep.
Out on my own, I twiddle away; it is getting old.
I want to return to the strong hand that I used to hold.
You always found the big in the small.
When I threw you out, you still loved me, and I saw
It was by your thread of love that you sowed my sore,
And I am sure it is only you I want to live for.
I am finally planted in the hollow of your hand,
I found a girl that knows you and I’m her man,
I raised three kids and they all have families of their own,
It is scary how straight a crooked man like me has flown,
I see you under the lintel with your open arms and I smile
As my nephews carry me down the pew skirted aisle.
Do we see clearer
Do we see clearer when our eyes are covered in tears?
Does the sparrow fall purposely and with accuracy?
When self-discovered, I am partial to my story,
When it differs from yours.
I signal for math problems and paintbrushes;
Both ready for disposal but crowd the other when I want
To tell about the news that others have probably already found.
Take My Breath Away (Two)
Take my breath away,
hold me tight tell me its okay.
catch me when I fall and sway,
you are always there at end of each and every day,
to take my breath away. . . .
Jesus search me out I pray,
when I fall from your side I sway,
lead me on the straight and narrow way,
I will will hold to you tight each and every day,
if you will just take my breath away. . . .
Among the Dunes
You grasp my mind like the last canteen among the dunes,
I yearn to be among angelic beings next to you,
But I am so weak,
Make me strong,
Too scared to speak,
I say that I would follow you,
Over a hill now centuries away,
But day to day I weep,
Pity, as my heart pumps sorrow,
So weak are its muscles,
Make me strong for I’m
Too scared to be meek,
At the end of the day I care,
About the rope around my neck,
But never when it matters most,
When there is anonymous torture among the ignorant.