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.