It's been a couple of months since you started pursuing me ( Read more... )

everyday I fear never knowing you again, and that is why I always want to be near you.

I do not want to lose you ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )

I
love
a
man
beaconing
death.

I find myself,
searching for truth
amidst two of us.

I look into my own mind,
where you are not
and define our relationship.

I cannot define my relationship
with you
amidst my relationship
with myself.

only with you
and talking with you
can I reach the truth that is
me and
you.

My relationship with the Lord has been restored.

I have learned what truth is.
Truth is not pragmatic, it is relational.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  He was in the beginning with God.  All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was ( Read more... )

My soul hurts ( Read more... )

Living out our mis-education

speaking with no provocation

walking lame with selfish intention

Identity lost amidst this oppressing nation.

lost in our own world's ambitions

a culture defined by our televisions

where reality shows become our communal relations

still others call us the "Christian Nation."

Christians who weigh down on liberation

Oblivious to ( Read more... )

I miss
your estranged fingers
across my back
along my lips
over these hips

These slow
rainy days
these
melancholy ways
an effortless word
typed
an anxious word
spoken
hesitant thoughts
written
on the sands
these slow
rainy days
erase it
all
away