Lalala
This is just here so I
Can come back later and
Write a b-day poem
That
Blogger
will say was written
Actually on
My b-day.
:)

This is for my Sister

This is for my sister.
She holds me in check,
Protects me,
Reminds me of what's right.
She laughs with me,
Makes me laugh,
And sometimes she outsings me.

She loves me.
I love her.

Happy Birthday!

Little Girl

Little girl,
5 years old,
Dancing and dressing up,
But ever so happy
To sit in her dad's lap
And listen to him read.

Little girl,
10 years old,
Fighting to be herself,
Already.
But still finding the time
To lose at chess.

Little girl,
Sixteen,
Who sits in her room
And nearly cries
After she makes a mistake
In a board game,
Because she disappointed her dad.

Little girl,
Eighteen,
Realizing her dad
Was always right.

Little girl,
Twenty one,
Wanting to go home,
Wanting to go back,
But at the same time,
Wanting to surge ahead
And make her daddy proud.

Little girl,
Fourty-nine,
Saying good bye.

Easter

You're worth it.
You're worth Love.
You're worth the death and life
Of the Son of God.

You're worth the real reason of Easter.
God doesn't make junk.
God makes no mistakes.
So let Him chip and chisel
To reveal the beauty He made Himself.

The Medium of Life

Words give me so much
To express myself.
But sometimes words are nothing.
Dust.
Empty phrases.

Which is why God must have made music.

A simple choral piece is my life.

The deep, low,
Foundational bass line
Is all my past,
Life lessons learned,
Supporting me.

The arts,
Writing and music itself,
Are like the tenor and alto lines,
Weaving together to create harmonies
That add the color to life,
And sometimes they get to take the melody.

And above it all
The people in my life
Proclaim themselves.
(One can always hear the soprano line.)
They are the melody,
The song.

Music is the medium of life.

The Benefit of Rest

I find the more tired,
The more exhasted I am,
The sharper,
The more acidic
My tongue becomes.
Darker and darker thoughts creep in
And settle down in the crevices
Of my mind.

Thus,
I highly advise catching as many 'z's
As possible.
For your health,
And for ev'ryone's.

I Miss Our Late Night Chats

I miss our late night chats,
Conversations taking place
Way past when we both should've been asleep.
Words passed back and forth
Across the wide, wide interwebs.
We were restricted only by
Our senibility's cry for sleep.

I miss that.

But,
I suppose I get more sleep now.
Some nights.
Which makes the daytime all that better.

But I keep forgeting to ask you cher:
How have you and God been lately?

Musings

Sometimes,
It is only poets
Who understand the world.
And sometimes,
Nobody comprehends it.
Sure,
We have words and words,
Thousands of languages,
But at the end of the day,
It takes the Divine.

Wisdom Teeth

Pain.
Ow.
I'm hungry
And my teeth hurt.
I want this to be over with.
I wish I could
Have spicy food.

I'm tired of a stomach ache.
Stupid meds.