A hallway,  iridescent neon glow
Eyes that burn as bright as snow
Doorways beckon, to stay or go.
A fingertip, tracing down a cheek
A glance that's making knees go weak
Desire that turns the bold to meek.
A picture branded in your mind
A dream you thought you'd  left behind
Love is patient, love is kind.
A city, nestled on a hill
A light to douse, a right to kill
A baby born in twilight's chill.
Become became became
Hist'ry grew without a name
Choices made endure in shame.
Thresholds burn the endless fire
Ev'ry weary soul more tired
The ling'ring of the final ire.
Upon that ilk, the finite ends
Upon a child, the mystery bends
And in a babe, real love descends.

On a night in January

A child is born at last

And half a mother's fears

Lie dying in the past

And half a mother's fears

In her arms are newly born.

Mid-day in February

A baby breathes his last

And half a mother's hopes

Lie scattered as the ash

And half a mother's tears

Will never come to pass.

One morning in March

A baby comes to life

A father grins and grieves the same

The happiness, the strife

A father grins and grieves the name

Of struggle come to life.

Lunchtime now in April

A child begins to crawl

Her parents cheer and hide their fear

Knowing one day she must fall

Her parents cheer and hide their tears

Hoping one day she'll stand tall.

Suppertime in May

A baby fights for breath

A mother cries, a father tries

To barter life for death

A mother tries, a father cries

To fight fear's blackest depth.

Twilight in the Summer

Turns Midnight in the Fall

And parents cheer and fear and grieve

The mystery of it all

And parents cheer and fear and grieve

That their child was born at all.

For fear grows ever stronger

And faith grows hard to find

Hope's eternal spring a trickle

And death isn't far behind.

Dusk in late December

With a cry, the night is torn

A real mother and a foster dad

Weep as a veil is rent and shorn

A real mother and a foster dad

Now seeing what has long been sworn

The death of fear they now adorn

The dark of doubt now lies forlorn

The dam that held back hope, unmourned

As the death of death has now been born.

In hay, with cattle, and wholly scorned

The death of fear and death is born.

I'm right here beside you
We're so far apart
Though as close as your heartbeat
You're hiding your heart.
You know what you want
But you can't face yourself
You fear who you are
Don't know how to tell.
If you're a spark
I'm combustion
If you're a cinder
I'm flame
I'm your end and beginning
The giver of names
The author of story
The wielder of time
The essence of glory
To your muck, toil and grime
In your pride you find fears
And in your hopes, tears
Yet I am the keeper of all of your years.
Behind you, beside you
Below you, above
I am the holder of all that you love
And your doubt keeps you arms length
Even as you would draw me in
But I am greater still than all that's within.
In your pride you withdraw
In your fear you withdrew
Can't bring yourself closer
So I come to you.

Cloudburst
A bearer of fury
An ominous bringer of rage
Ferocity
Raw, undiluted
Suspending this minute-less age
The world is an oyster I'm told
The irritants within bought and sold
You're never too young to grow old
Damn, ain't that a shame.
Slipped between two sides of shell
The insignificant swells
Into greedy little white hells
What's in a name?
What once was worthless now prized
What cost nothing now priced
If irritants are valued as nice
How much greater the shame.
Typhoon
With tsunami waves
Aggression, depression, insane.
Unleashed
Undammed in the fray
Uncoiling our desperate pain.
What will our folly create that remains?
What if true beauty's not human in shade?
Storms in a teacup
Rage in a cage
Are we changing to pearls
Are we better with age
Or are we too many to be truly appraised?
What if life's but a storm, quickly comes, quickly fades?

I often think I'm more afraid of heaven than I am of hell

Eternity

Lights blur down the runway
Until life un-sights my eyes
The flash before, the desp'rate roar
Blood pressure quickly skies
And I wonder if the distant shore
Is just another lie.
Darling, though your eyes should seep
Though your fears should quickly steep
Ignore the brewing, rumbling deep
And look to leave the lights behind.
Ignore the doubts that follow you
Oh love, ignore the skies
Ignore the clouding weep around
Though it strip you to the rind.
Just keep your eyes affixed below
Just keep one thought in mind
That all the dreams you careful stow
Are now sown amid the grind.
For we were never meant to soar
As though heaven were an open door
So baby, dry your eyes
And spurn the runway evermore
For some things should never fly.

How many questions equals an answer?

Driftwood

I'm an analog man in a digital age
A wind-up toy in a digital maze
A long-forgotten soul in a time out of place
Another pinwheeler searching for grace.
Anachronism beckons, history begets
A fog, a haze, a riddle, nations full of debts
Fools bereft of substance with hearts full of regrets
What if I change and I find nothing's left?
If I awake to pain, am I awake at all
If shame could wear a name, oh, who would it be called?
If I should never change, there's nowhere left to fall
If I remain the same, am I the same at all?
I'm a square wooden peg for a robotic board
A lone rat in a maze in a digital hoard
Trampled by doubts, then drawn, quartered and gored
If life is a movie then death is my score.
I'm drifting alone on whatever's come late
Out of time, out of place, out of love, out of hate
Just floating along in the great empty space
Are we what we are or can a man change his fate?

Oh, should good tomorrows remain but a dream
And should promises fail to be what they seem
Then I'll be your winter and you'll be my spring.

Should triumph last minutes, and failure endure
Should heartache come swiftly, and doubt without cure
I'll follow you certain, and I'll lead you sure.

Should brilliance be blinding in it's holy light
Then I'll be the darkness that holds you at night
And I'll be the shadows that trail from your sight.

Should I stumble and falter, trip, fall and fail
You hold me and heal me with hands strong and frail
If mere love is a breeze, then we'll be a gale.

Forever my balance between two extremes
Holding together world apart at its seams
Folly of all follies, yet dream of all dreams:

I'll love you for always, and you will love me.

The Tarzan soundtrack is pretty slick

Arthur

In every child there dwells a king
A horse, a knight, a sword that sings
A shield burnished until it gleams.
In every child there lives a queen
In formal clothes with a crown that seems
To be made of light and formed of dreams.
Tales of talking animals and castle moats
Of ivory towers and pirate boats
Of soaring gracefully through the sky.
We start to grow and we cease to hope
Make our first mistake and learn to cope
By forgetting we once thought to fly.
With each mistake we're less a child
With each failure we're growing wild
While our dreams are growing tame.
And everything that once we knew
Has become more fable and less true
And slowly we've become the same.
Because the problem is, as problems go
That what once was truth, now stories told
To children just to keep them still,
Our worldviews shrink in depth and width
Thinking heroes mostly myth
Yet still thinking monsters real.

Blue Oyster Cult

Cloak

Alone I sat, alone I watched
Embraced the feeling of life botched
Beyond any hopes of repair
Though lurking, could not find her there.
Alone, contemplated swallow
Purposeless and feeling hollow
Yet still I wait alone, alone
I wait in prostrate, wilt alone
Just this side of my surrender
Lone, alone, without defender
I sense her lurking out of sight
She's stalking through my dreams each night
I wait for her to capsize me
This lonely boat on lonely seas
But come for me she never does
Regret all that I ever was
For she lingers, just to my right
Won't step forward into the light
And I can't walk into the dark
So we circle, and so we spark
I beg her come, she makes me wait
I'm desp'rate, wish life would abate
In depression and in remorse
I feint and feel her alter course
I throw my life upon her scythe
Despair for what would never be,
Upon her blade, this last charade
Played out for all the world to see
Death fin'lly came to comfort me.

The rains that beat down the flower strengthen it in time

Wilt

Looking for myself, I went
Searching for some peace, I found
'Ever else my soul was sent
'Twas mere running of the round
Circles upon circles ran
Riddles piled on riddles there
If man changes what he can
Then all that moves is the where.
Seeking my lost dreams, I left
Hoping upon hope, I drowned
Hands once so deft, now bereft
Floundering can't save me now.
What once was well now sickens
Seeing are become the blind
Despair's dark mist now thickens
Empathy chokes on the rind
Of the fruit of agony
Ripens in this harrowed hell
There upon the killing tree
Look for blood to make me well.
Yearning for myself, I fled
Desp'rate for belief, I lied
Took both truth and false to bed
I laid with them and I cried
In that twisted symmetry
I lost all I had reclaimed
I knew then there was no me
Save in one without a name.
Hide behind the robes of doubt
I creep softly near the throne
Hoping Love will hear me out
Place it's heart upon mine own
Lay bare, follies of my soul
Hear the ancient chorus sung
There to find myself in whole
Come, oh Lord, my Lord, I come.

Imagine

Porch

No freedom from this chrysalis
Can't break from broken life
Caged inside the endless wish
Singing pain from down the strife.
Ain't no new and shiny wings
No flitter, flutter, ain't no fly
No shape appear remaking things
No fly away, no by and by.
Can't stop my dreaming with no noose
Fingers scrabble for release
Done pulled it tight, let it loose
World swings beneath my feet
And they done think it's through
But someday won't be coccooned
Someday life be born anew
Somethin's changed, and doom is doomed
And they ain't see what it be they do
Think killing part done killed the whole
But ain't no trigger kill a soul.

Squeegee is a fun word to say

Mute

Adrift within the mist and haze
Wanderers trapped within a daze
A daydream of a coming
The rains, they fall in green and gray
Softly heard, the pull and sway
Of ancient psalms now humming
Through floods and through the drownings
New buds and blooms come crowning
And hope, a hymn now thrumming
Does not seem so very far away
But for now the world is bleak and gray
And the rains they sound of drumming
The steady beat of yesterdays
The rains have come, are here to stay
Nature's hopes stop strumming
The flowers droop, are beaten down
Leaves are wilting toward the ground
Away from rain's incoming.
Blackness rears it's feral head
Thinking endless hues are dead
That monochrome is numbing
Dumbing our minds, dulling our senses
Yet operating under false pretenses
It could not hear the humming.
For every wilted flower has a beauty of it's own
As if through a veil, before a throne
We'll stand tall, embrace the sunning
And for forgotten shores our souls will sail
All will be well, all will be well
All will be now, with no more coming.

Kaleidoscopes/Collide-oscopes

Sistine

Everything starts with a spark

Even darkness came not from the dark

Even sharpness came not from the blade

But from all that would break it, afraid

As they were of the spark, yes

Afraid as they were of the dark.

Death did not come from itself, no

It did not arise and swallow us whole

For death is merely a rest stop

A halfway house in the dead drop

A place between burning and cold

A place between owning and sold.

A gateway joining souls young and old

Is a bridge that's worth burning I'm told

For each generation's insistence

Is that all the others were senseless

That conformity is the new bold

That the past is best left in the cold.

And everything crumbles to dust

Diamonds turn fragments as ore becomes rust

For none of us stand for a thing

No one is armed with a stone and a sling

As ignorance is the new trust

Tolerance is the new just.

Political correctness became the new right

Safety in numbers, right became might

Strength of arms, loudest voices

Now the blacksmiths of choices

And the armor we wear is too light

One blow and we're out of the fight.

Life now a pointless purveyor

A foolishly hopeful surveyor

Selling well-packaged half-truths

As we lustily gaze from the roof

Our hearts, the unspeakable traitors

Our hopes became our betrayers.

Nothing makes sense in this push and shove

Save the idea that this clay that we're made of

Still holds a spark of resistance

Still hopes that the whole of existence

And all that is spinning therein and thereof

Is kept holding on by your love, by your love.

Sunsets in the dark

Labyrinth 

In a house bereft of windows
I sat upon a dusty floor
I watched the changeless changings
I sat wishing for a door.
In a room without a shadow
I slept upon a dirty floor
I breathed the ash of ages spent
Dreaming there was something more.
Within a vacuum, in a void
I drifted lonely in the dark
A shell without a shred of soul
A soulless husk without a spark.
In an endless circling hall
I wander through the bleak
Everything is colored grey
Obscuring all that I would seek.
Upon infinite winding stairs
I climb without a reason
For nothing's ever here or there
There's no changing of this season.
In a life without a prayer
I live my solitary part
Breathing in my recycled air
Lives a man without a heart.
In that dark abyss of chest
A wish still fans the pyre
To breathe just once untainted air
And see the world on fire.

Blind

Sinkhole

You wonder if it's all a joke
If pews and mosques are blowing smoke
For what could fix what's all gone broke
On this side of the sky?
If anything else truly existed
Could this degradation have persisted
Or is this life merely consisted
Of this side of the sky?
Can anything care when there's so much wrong
The birds don't sing, for there's no song
If God were there, why are we so alone
On this side of the sky?
All ends well, is it just a phrase
Is God rebelling, is it just a phase
If we've torn down heaven, is it hell we raise
On this side of the sky?
Is hope ever more than temporary
Destruction more transient than scary
Can we be more than ordinary
On this side of the sky?
Would that something more draws nigh
Would that it's not all a lie
Would that all our tears would dry
On this side of the sky.
Would that I'd look and finally see
Would that I'd hear the turning key
Would that I'd turn and there would be
Life on this side of the sky.

Streetlight People ooh ooh ooh ooh

chalk

In the bleak frigidity
The patterned irrigidity
Is slowly spun to life
What began as mostly gas
Turns into gently woven glass
Falling in the night
Every line of every limb
Outlined against the frozen grim
Of breathing crystal
Against this myriad anomaly
I'm but a jaded homily
An uprising against the white
Do not waste your time on me
'Tis a venture into villainy
To rage against this night.
So watch the symphony untold
The triumphant tragedy unfold
Do not forget this sight.
I should seem a frail conspiracy
An anarchist full of tyranny
If I did not wipe my eyes
For 'neath the blanket's gleaming swell
We see in time all will be well
We gaze into the light.

"There is no spoon" ~ The Matrix

Dr. Frankenstein

Two parts monster, one part man
On two thirds ocean, one part sand
A decaying foot, a rotting hand
One part monster, two parts man.
It seems I've written this before
But I shall write the same once more
I only live through things that kill
Only charge when it's up a hill
How can I make you understand
Three parts monster, no parts man,
I never bothered asking should
Jumping straight to did from could
What I've wrought, it shouldn't be
What I've seen, I shouldn't see
One part monster, two parts man
How can it be that, when all I am
Is two parts monster, one part man?
How can I be more than I am
If three parts monster, there's no man.
With a bit of electricity
A dash of eccentricity
Sprinkled ingenuity
I made from scraps a mutiny
Against the human parts of me
Against the sparked divinity
That slept within my breast
What if the monster is my best?
Instead of why I wondered can
Became more a monster, less a man
Can I ever flip it back again
For the monster's free, you understand
Yes, the monster, it's alive!

'Tis True, 'Tis Pity, and Pity 'Tis 'Tis True

Doubt

He comes, though knowing not the hour
We wait, though many claim the power
To delineate, the moment he'll arrive.
We bait, our collective breath
And hold, through prediction's death
Still wrong, no matter how we strive.
Every system of prediction
Leads some to duty's dereliction
Seeking the moment hope's revealed.
Seems said moment never comes
Turning faith to skeptics, some
Doubt that he remains concealed.
Instead suspect he never was
And therefore that he never does
Deliver anything, beg us understand
That algebra and varied sums
Tell us that he never comes
There is no Pizza Hut Delivery Man.

"He chose . . . poorly" ~ Raiders of the Lost Ark

Choose

The story goes, or so I've been told
That humans once had souls of gold
And then traded them for apples
Thus ever since in varied chapels
We've pleaded, begged for their return
But nothing can ever be unearned.
We put our trust in everything
Yet nothing found could make us sing
The song we were born into
Before humanity came unglued
Before our love was misconstrued
As lust, as governmental trust
As coveting all that we had just
Seen in those around us.
Before we thought that money must
Hold the keys to happiness
Instead finding only loss and stress
And endless, vacant emptiness
As our love turned to duress.
We tried loving sex and loving land
We tried loving spitting in the hand
Of everyone we saw in need
We tried loving words and deeds
Governments, kings, came back to greed
Tried loving ornamental jewels and beads
But there was naught that did not kill us
Everything that once did thrill us
Now placed daggers in our backs
We watched the world now fade to black.
But one man came, and one man said
What you've loved has left you dead
But my love is stronger than all attacks
And when you fail, I can love you back
To life.

hmm

Big Ben

Tick

Someone’s having children

Tick

Someone’s finding love

One

Descending like a dove

Tick

Is all they've ever dreamed of

Tick

Two

Are now united

Tick

While I am unrequited

Tick

Three

Moved from company to crowd

Tick

That sound is growing loud

As the hour approaches

Four

Another closing door

Tick

And time is spinning fast

Five

Ticks are tocking past

Every time I blink

Six

Teeter on the brink

Tick

Effervescent joy

May have sprung a leak

Seven

Perfect lines

One above and one beside

Tick

Eight

Another one escapes

I don’t begrudge a kinder fate

Nine

Tails, a single lash

Tick

Another leaking ash

As they explode into fulfillment

Ten

Times what they had

Tick

More bittersweet than sad

At your quick reversing fortune

Eleven

The hour growing late

The desperate giving in to hate

But I alone will wait

For Twelve

A lifetime ticking past

Die is always for another cast

Tick

And I shall always be the last.

Abyss and the Rise of Monsters

Cain

Maybe I have killed my brother
Though I never knew his name
For now of the whole of us
Just one of us remain
And I, I stand here weeping
Though I know I weep in vain.
There now this mark upon my brow
Upon my cheek, my hand, my neck
Come now this blemish on my vow
As I'm salvaged from the wreck
Still I never knew his name.
This mark exists protecting me
From vengeance of the same
Or perhaps reminding me
I shall always weep in vain.
Yes perhaps it is a stain
A sign denoting God's mistake
A symbol proving God is great
To others as it mocks my fall.
For no one answers when I call
No one comes to light my dark
A mistake created on a lark
Now bearer of the murd'rer's mark.

Thump Thump Thump _____________________

DNR

Should ever my brain stop ticking
Should my heart cease its pulsing dance
Neither charge nor clear for I'm not clicking
Back into this happenstance.
Should this pain at last contort
My mind beyond it's will to cope
I'll be gone, so please resort
What's left to those who still have hope.
Do not come looking should I be lost
Found vacant in the the tides of time
My soul is burnt amid the dross
I've at last escaped this pantomime.
The strings are cut that kept me moving
I'll no more twitch to another's hand
I'm free, I'm free, I'm past reproving
I'm ash and dust. I'm rocks and sand.
When someday this last ache consumes me
Let my tarnished soul to rest
Take what you want, then let me be
It's all a lie, and I told it best.

Satirical Evidence

Grumbles

I told you I was lost
And a light shone up ahead
A blaze that filled my soul with dread
And I knew you had not heard
So I turned without a word
And walked the other way.
I told you I was scared
When suddenly winds came howling
The winds they came growling round my sides
And I knew you thought I'd lied
And had left me on my own.
I told you I was hurt
And healing waters sprang around me
Rushing flood waters quickly found me
And took me far from help
And I knew I was by myself.
I pleaded I was hungry
When birds came flocking near
When birds came pecking near
And I was filled with fear
I knew I had complained too much.
I told you I couldn't find you
And a shove came on my back
A wind came moaning it's attack
A fire blocked all the pathways back
Rivers came and pushed me on my way
And birds sang of the coming day
And I held my head and sighed
Said, "I'm still not sure which way to go
And I wish you would stop mumbling so."

2 ways to lose yourself

amnesia

blue
on blue
on white
hue
upon hue
upon sight
rings
upon rings
upon light
concentric circles
spinning
and grinning
spark with delight
i see
my own face
know it not
i see
to your soul
mine forgot
your eyes
hold the whole
of the world
i'm
just a boy
seeing girl
universes
dance and tremble
and collide
for i
can count stars
through your eyes.


Stocks

How can I be forgiven
When your blood still stains my clothes?
When your face still haunts my vision
And your eyes stare through my soul?
How can I e'er be shriven
When I remain the one to blame
When I cannot shake this shame
When I cannot forget the same?
How can I have I name?
How can I have a name
When I don't know my own mind
When I've forsaken you for my own kind
As I'm drifting through this paradigm
How can I have a name?
How can I claim I saw your face
When I know I'm still the same,
When I still play this dang'rous game
And make blasphemy my claim?
How can I be named
If I cannot face my faults
If I'm too afraid to bare my path
With it's stutterings and halts?
How can a wayward soul be tamed?
And how can I ever be forgiven
If I cannot be named?

If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, the English language would make less sense than ever

If

I am not who I should be
Who I could be
Who I would be
If I'd ever give myself a chance.
I'm not who I thought I'd be
Who I ought to be
Who I was always taught to be
Though perhaps that one's not so bad.
I still believe in destiny
That the best of me
The rest we need
Lies somewhere up ahead,
If only the life I lead
The path I knead
The words and deeds
I make will let me find it.
I live most days to hurt me
Beg others to desert me
If I only would not curtly
Dismiss everything but my pride.
Most days I doubt myself
I tout myself
I out myself
As a hypocrite of the first order.
I'm paralyzed the rest of times
This nest of grimes
The best of crimes
Is this inertia made of guilt,
It robs me of myself
I'm somewhere on a shelf
I've locked myself in hell, if
I could only find the key.
Will I ever see the rest of me?
Have someone to lie next to me?
Believe that I can be made free
From this incaptivity that captivates me still?

Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You?

Kludge

I'm broken, I'm bleeding
This violent conceding
That I am but a glitch in the code
A streaming infarction so old
I'm accepted as part of the plan
I've accepted that's all that I am
A one with the lights turned out
A zero backwards, flipped round about
But a zero nonetheless, just the same
I'm supposed to be glad that you came
But I'll blink on or not either way
I'll flick, I'll flick flicker away
Until one day I'll flicker no more
I'll drift off to that endless shore
Where I'll cease to exist
Still hanging about, forever un-fixed
Just too warm and worn down
Just wait, wait, waiting around
Till I'm returned to the sand . . .
Or stuck in a reef with a can
Floating between the remains of the seen
As all that we are remains stuck between
The glitch, the code and the core
The drill, the bit and the bore
The screen, the glass and the door
What we are, who we've been, something more.
Just a zero that fell to the floor
And the line streamed on anyway.

"Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck, some nights I call it a draw" ~ fun

Damocles

I'm a cube in a world of spheres
Wondering why I'm even here
A typo from the hand of fate
A tragedy that came too late
To e'er be put to rights.
Lock the door, turn off the lights
My reflection keeps me up nights
I'm insurrection in a cape and tights
Against everything that once was good
An arsonist with wet firewood
I cannot spark myself to change
Back to beam, move down the range
Position set, now aim and fire
Or strap me to a funeral pyre
For every wrong I've ever done
Add another bullet to the gun.
Alone, alone, always alone
And even God forgot to phone
For I'm not fit for service
Nor suited for a single purpose
Save this, to be mine own disease
The hanging blade of Damocles
How I wish that it would fall
That Death would finally come to call
I brought forgiveness to it's knees
Beneath the blade of Damocles
And I begged it not to fall
Though I surely knew it would
For I was never made for good
And I wish I was not made at all.

Current

The lights stay on, they always are, no current breaks, no shades to draw,
just running, running, 1's and 0's,
visions, villains, ghosts and heroes,
Information banks and swirls,
filling corners of the world,
With options, possibles, and maybe's,
the information highway is lost in me,
I scramble, grasp and flit about,
Sorting all the stories out,
Gasping, groaning, in a frenzy,
Frothing, foaming, too fast to see,
The lines are drawn, the plots unfold, there's life, you see,
living, breathing, inside me.

The Flick, The Drop, The Squeeze

He's here again, I feel the breeze,as my heart's engulfed with his disease.

The tendrils loop, they weave and tighten, I am caught.

Now comes the squeeze...bastard embrace, bile rising, I have no space. I'm lifted up, the light flickers and dies, and I'm replaced with truth.

I see my fate with cold resolve, all blackness, no blue,
And now I see paths to end it too.
A flick, a drop, a squeeze will do, If only I will see it through.

We dance and sway, one as one, in and out, we move with ease.
But always still....I ponder the flick, the drop, the squeeze.

The fire is low, all is ash, and all could end within a flash.
But he grows tired, and down I slide,
his sneering all that's left to reside,
Inside my mind, my heart, my being.

I push up, and walk for air, holding railing for support,
Collapsing soon, my walk is short,
For ever whispering on the breeze:
The flick, the drop, the squeeze.

Title

Shriving

When I am lost I beg

Whisper you've found me

Even if you cant yet

See right where I am.

When I am blind

Say you’ll surround me

Protecting me most

From what I already am.

When I am deaf

Hold me and hold me

And keep holding me still

When I’m whole again.

When I would die

Say you’ll die with me

Over and over

Until time should end

If only I’ll wait

For just one more moment

And witness the miracle

Of another begin.

When I am drowning

Come and drown with me

Come and breathe love

Deep into my lungs

Tell me my final chorus is empty

There’s one more line

That has yet to be sung.

Tell me this story

Doesn't end with my failures

That my sins don’t keep my angels at bay

That I won’t always be afraid

Of the actions I’m taking

Of the man I've become

From ashes and clay.

Tell me I’m worthy

When I think you’re lying

And tell me again

When I think you’re insane.

Help me forgive

Myself my unmaking

And hold me tight till

The shaking will end.

I’m lost and alone

God I’m so far from home

Not in place

But in peace in my heart.

Hold me strong

Hold me fast

Hold me right to the last

And carry me through

Everything I have torn.

Don't let go, Don't let go

Come even crownings of thorns

Just carry me, carry me

To every new morn.