warm & fuzzy

you are my laughter and 

you are my hearth

spreading from core to finger tips

a comfortable warmth

Good Friday

Darkness and the sinner's cry

Today I will see you in paradise

A slain perfect lamb, pure and unblemished

And Jesus said, "It is finished"

Lord and King sacrificed and denied as true

Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do

Messiah lay dead for them and for me

Bleeding palms, heavy shoulders- grace to set free

no weeping at the reaping

cruel is not funny

rude isn't in vouge

when you climb stepping on others

you'll reap what you sow 

shining knights and shining comets; fight on

haley's comet travels on average, 365 times faster than your nerve signals
so it makes sense that you feel kind of small sometimes but you probably don't feel very slow
three hundred and sixty five days pass faster then we know
and it is easy in a crowded room to feel so alone
but twenty-five billion white blood cells are your knights in shining armor
Your eyelids have shut and rapidly opened 1200 times before breakfast,
blinking to refresh your windows to the world
you are regenerating skin cells and self-mending bones
don't ever feel there is no where left to go
because your body fights for itself, you are a shining comet of your own




You are all strong souls, but you don't have to be strong alone.  If you ever feel there is "no where else to go" please remember there are so many places in this world, people who would love to make you feel at home. 
US Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255

gifted

with awareness of our privilege

comes a grateful sort of guilt

some sorts of knowledge make the flowers bloom

some just make them wilt

a generation of geniuses

who have cynicism up their sleeves

empty pockets, empty prospects

we see a mess//we want it clean

seeing past the media messages

seeing the struggle of the other man

modern day revolutionaries stuck behind our keyboards and our #rants

change the brightness on the screens like we wish to change the brightness of our futures

pollution, student debt, political gridlock

we were told we were smart// 

we are left bitter

 

 

gentle

bigger boots don't always mean better footprints

a ballerina's tiptoe's beauty outsteps the war march

flowers bloom in secret places

windchime tinkling is less harsh

voice the loudest

mindset strongest

unwilling to take advice

grenades, your shouts-- all drowned out

by sweet sounding compromise 

Palm Sunday

Praise him with Psalms

Lay the street with palms

Prophecy fulfilled, the triumphant entry

Gracious, loving, unexpected

In rides Jesus- King