Wednesday, December 21, 2016


All we like sheep have gone astray.

Drawing lines in the sand we picked a side

and demonized the other.

Removing our clothing to reveal what’s inside

We embrace the lone wolf mentality and fight our own brother.

Our shepherds go at it hook and crook,

There are no wolves in sheeps skin.

Only wolves quoting a book.

All their howling makes such a din

It drowns out my every question.


If there’s safety in the pack, why are we all so alone?

In search of the truth I left my home.

In my pride I imagined I was Jacob, in the night

I went looking for a shepherd to fight.

Dawn found me pinned,

only by my own ghosts

Grasping after the wind.

The pain in my hip is only psychosomatic

I guess if I really want it dislocated I’ll have to do it myself.

I’ve never been one to run from a fight

But now I’m wondering when all this warring will ever cease

You’re rod and your staff they confront me.

Sometimes I write stuff like this and I think "one day I'll finish this and put it on the blag." Well, we all know how doing it right turns out. Or doesn't. So here is my work in progress.

Friday, December 9, 2016

A reflection of the su/on?

My feet are cold. At least I think they are, I cant really feel them to be honest. Its still dark out, well with the exception of the stars and the moon.

 The moon is bright but its not really warm. Its like a cheap imitation of the sun. Seriously though it shines like the sun, just not quite as bright or as warm or as big. But despite being alot less than the sun its still beautiful, like a beauty that can not be captured by words.

Am I your moon?

Saturday, December 3, 2016

its been a while

a wounded heart
 love that overlooks brokenness
love that restores my heart