I Love...

...music

and making visions come to life

and the art I sense everywhere around me

...the sky

...the trees

...animals

and I love

nighttime

and daytime

and the seasons

and how they remind me of how change is good

...and mandatory

...and difficult

and I love

my family

and my friends

and the anticipation of meeting new family

and new friends

that give me just a little bit more to fall back on

and I love

music

and music

and music

and Jesus

[though he loves me more]

and I love the things that movies do to my heart

...that moving pictures can change my mind

and I love

my places of refuge

...in my bed

...on that hill

...amid those boulders

...between these trees

...along my river

[where I'm only me and nothing else]

my love continues

to the suffering

[even when I don't feel like I'm helping]

and to the lost

and the lonely

and the frightened

I love my imperfection

and my confusion

and my weariness

and my life

and my loneliness

and my pain

and my fear

and my body

[that was made for me]

I love, also,

to praise

and to whisper to myself

and to feel stupid when I pretend to know so much

and to see my goals play out

[and to watch some dissolve into nothing]

I love

poems that resemble skylines




I love....


[and that's why I'm here.]

Aimless

I steer with one hand
tapping gently along
with the steady rhythm
of the stereo

Heavy heads rest
on cool glass
as the night shows us
time is trivial

All things, they pass away
into the night
It's funny how all the friends that surround
are calling back to us

When we are back
we won't be weary
The food that we pack
will not fade out very soon
That's the theory

If we make a circle from the sky
It won't mean the string is tied too tight

Steady my hands, troubled by the faithful sun
that chases us
Quiet demands, tossed from the moon man
so envious

View not the burning fuel
as squandered funds,
Not as the ruin of nature, our home,
our home

This is the chance
life has been planning
to lose for us

It relies on our plans
and our presumptions
to destroy us