Planning my next move
Like a chess player
Fixated in deep thought
Sitting on his hands

On a night like this

Cast your gaze between the gap,
Where buildings' embrace takes a nap.
Sip on tropical delights,
Let waves of colour drench your sights.

A calming silence fills the air,
Thick darkness that consumes all fear.
The chilling breeze that freezes time,
'Til past, present, future combine.

Perspective is the thing I lack,
Accentuated brights on black.
Wide open space, an empty page,
The possibility for change.

Hold the shell of new beginnings
Hold it up against the light
Forget the cracks
That still exist

Words on a page
Lime on a stone
Bark on a dog
Limbs on a walrus

I heard Jesus on the street today,
Seeking coins from passers by.
Embarrassed I turned away,
Half-hearted mumbling a reply

I saw Jesus on the street today,
Sitting with his cardboard sign.
I didn't stop to speak or listen,
How could I spare the time?

I feel Jesus on the street today,
Placing his will on my heart.
And now I've come to realise,
I'm just like Jonah at the start.

Don't fight the past

Forge a new tomorrow

It's not perfection, but perfection's not my aim.
In the end it is just a piece of paper, all the same.
What is failure but a springboard to new things.
Perhaps not failing is the chief-est of all sins.

Beacon the dream

Living the past

Falling through 

But time passes 

Swifter still

Pedal through Tuesdays

A month holds no memories

Capture the sunrise
In the palm of your hand
With arm outstretched
And toes in the sand

I never understood
Why we'd never talk
But now it's finally clear
That I was never there

A friendship, created not found,
Takes sacrifice, and more than a pound
Of flesh and blood, of sweat and tears.
A friendship that spans both months and years.

A friendship, created not found,
I'll try next time around.

Step out from my little space,

Extend an arm, a smiling face.

Put a face to a name, to you.

Make you feel included too.

I'm sorry for when I have not,

Blaming your name which I forgot.

Or not having even spoken once.

Trapped in my own significance.

Lord help me grow the courage to be,

In this respect more like a Penty.

To act upon each opportunity,

To let your father heart flow through me.

I know a girl named Karen,
Though we've never met before.
Third a world away, she's turnin',
Four years shy of twenty-four.

In her cosplay, none can match,
With Josiah by her side.
"Over 9000!" there's no catch,
A love level they can't hide.

So Merry Happy Birthday!
From this part of the world.
God's blessing as you display,
His amazing love unfurled.

Don't be afraid, but rather; bold.
Question the words of fathers old.
Don't blindly accept what they had to say,
To paint with black and white what's grey.

Don't be afraid to write new words,
A song of thanks or prayer for hurts.
To express in old and new ways too,
What God and sundry mean for you.

Crowded in, surrounded by,
Anxious expectations, nigh.
Prayer whispered, heaven bound,
Set my feet on solid ground.

Friendship isn't second-rate,
Just friends (or more), not the debate.

Self-sacrifice, the lover's trait,

Lets friendship be for friendship's sake.

Unpick the stitches, tear at the seams,
Try to understand what these feelings mean.
A release of chemicals or something more?
I think I knew once, but now I'm not so sure.

Sorry for expectations
with which I've burdened you.
Selfishly unfair
and impossible too.
Even if the lengthy list
was based upon you.
If I apply them to myself
I fail through and through.

Dip the brush, smear the page
Cover everything with rage
Deny the emptiness within
The ugly aftermath of sin

Hide the moon, unless it shines

The milky, mountainous its size

Erase the stars, before they fall

Floating dreamers, one and all.

On the face of tomorrow

A smiling sunset laughs

Blinking out orisons

Since the yawning of time

A choice on no merits:
A grace that inherits.
A gift from above:
Unconditional love.

You always know which keys to play

Deft fingers speak more than you say

Your melody has found a way

My self-contentedness to slay.

The flicker of your eyelids

The shimmer of your smile

In the end my time will come

Although it's been a while
Although it's been a while

An invitation
from the Father of mankind
to become human

I'm blind in that I cannot see
The inner you objectively.
A warming face has blocked the way
I smile at everything you say.

When

When is late too late?
When is silence worth the wait?
When is not gambling the sin?
When is the hand to push all in?

A literary soldier sweeping for mines

Cross-examining words for misunderstanding

left by my self-concious

as I keep

my feelings

restrained

Just a pawn in your game

Playing it safe,

Ironing out the creases,

Too afraid to risk reality's shame.

In the throws of victory

You leave me clutching

The ankles of defeat

At which I'm smitten

Do I see just what I want to see?

Former dream of aspiration

Or do you communicate selectively?

Unsure of where to tread

Each strand is a thread

To my very existence

Decisions to be made

Stranded by the cross-winds

Of sheer indecision