I Was Wrong

November 27, 2009

I miss her company,
but that’s all it was
and all it will ever be.


The Only Rule

November 11, 2009

If  love ignores guilt
than hell is empty,
and if its not
then its full of sheep and lovers,

Over in the corner
where he cowers,
Satan is mumbling
something about Justice.

He’s the only one not talking
and the only one that won’t meet friends,
you cant win a fight with God,
just ask him.

“What justice!”
he cries hour after hour,
“where I am the sacrifice
to flex Heaven’s power,

Bound by no law
but supreme Justice,
do so many have to burn
to keep things righteous?”

When the balance is struck
the gates will close
and in hell we’ll burn
in heaven they’ll sing,

Oh! Heavenly Justice
that saved my soul,
forgave my sins
and ignored my guilt.


Storm and Punishment

November 6, 2009

The storm’s last words
are a rumbling retreat,
It’s flashing anger
burning where the earth and sky meet.

It’s only crime, paid in full
leaving behind, sodden soil.


Scars

November 3, 2009

I wouldn’t be interested in a woman without scars
scars are proof that life is worth living
and wounds will heal.
Scars are beauty meets toughness
and toughness is made of her soul,
scars can be read like a map
pointing to each characteristic of herself
leading the way to who she really is.
Read like a history book they can tell her story
without words they can speak
but I’m sure she’d rather tell me.