Monday, March 21, 2011

Short Stuff

(these were actually messages sent via Facebook to friends of mine, and never intended to be posted on here)

Life has given, life has taken. On the cross, even the Son felt forsaken. The cuts are deep, the bruises are real. Is truth more than what we feel? Isolation, the beast, your courage on his teeth. Young, torn, scorned, this is your crown of thorns. How can near feel so far, how does love feel like scars? Is He cruel and distant, a promise unkept? But, John 11:35 said by your side Jesus wept. Alone in the winter, by snow covered trees, a single rose struggles, yearning to be free.(3/21)

Something dark, something fierce, something wicked draws me nearest. Back and forth, shadow to light, into morning, into night. Piercing eyes, story untold, raise your flag into the cold. Bold, weak, broken, and shattered. Flag torn, heart tattered. Raise up, raise up, you sleep no more. Lift those looks from the floor. Take a step, walk the line, grasp it now, the light is mine.(3/15)

Sit back relax, plan your attack. Like a coward you hide, taking my pride, don't you know what's inside? Cracked mirror has me wondering who I am, what's His plan, does He understand? Blinded and deaf, I can neither hear nor see. Sharpen your blades cuz your taking me from me. Pull back the hammer, reload, reload. You'd better kill me deadeye I'm about to explode. Caught in your crosshairs I dodge, shift, and slide. Word without truth is a dark little ride. Anger and hatred, the fangs come out. The wolf has shed the sheepskin, more doubt, more doubt. I'm a weak feeble target, you think I'm an easy kill. I've got my eye on you, the world stands still. The deluge of assaults, your clip is empty. One last try, you're trying to tempt me. You did your homework, you studied my mind, but there's a piece of me you didn't find. Behold a longsword, drawn from my will, now you're the prey, come get your fill. Stagger back to the darkness from wherest thou came, pouring is truth, washed in the rain. Fake lying shadow, I'm serving you wine and bread. Your treachery is done, no more, your dead. (3/23)