I feel pain in my body
I feel the desperation, the hurt
It burns within me
It’s screaming within me
And I must seek it out
Anxiously I search my flock
Checking each sheep, each lamb
Seeking assurance in each face
To heal the hurt of one
Where, O’ where is she?
This one whose pain cuts deep?
I see her silent battle,
And I know her secret need
I have it!
I have the answer,
I have the sweet relief.
I call in desperation,
And I scream her name .
Where, O’ where is she?
I can feel it
I know she’s here
I can feel it
I know she’s near
I’ve searched the eyes of every sheep
I’ve sought the hearts of all I keep
And now I see her standing there
Hands lifted up,
Her heart laid bare.
Breath held,
I pause and watch.
I see behind the etched on smile,
I witness her in hidden trial.
Fighting, struggling
Bruised, broken and betrayed.
With jerky steps I rush to her,
And I grasp her hands
As tears stream down my face.
With healing hands I pull her close,
And hold her safe within my arms.
With my tears I wash her wounds
And relieve her heavy heart.
I tell her how I looked for her,
How I sought her through the crowd.
Seeking every face,
Searching every hidden place,
To find her and to heal her.
To prove to her,
My precious child,
That I love her.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
One In A Million
I am one in a crowd of a million
And we all look just the same
Etched on smiles,
Hidden trials
Fighting strife and pain
I am one in a crowd of a million
Who would care to know my name?
No one notices,
And no one sees
That pain is watching over me.
I am one in a crowd of a million
And my heart is grieved with pain
Silent tears drop from my eyes
Quiet fears I feed with lies
Craving quick relief from strain
I am one in a crowd of a million
And I have given up on hope
I have given up on joy,
On peace
I’ve given up, I’ve given up.
I am one in a crowd of a million
Guarded in all I do
I pull away from those who pray
I pulled away from You…
Now you are looking in my eyes,
Seeing deeper than the game.
And now I know you realize
And see my hidden shame.
And I am one in a crowd of a million
But with healing hands you pull me close,
I’m safe within your arms.
And with your tears you wash my wounds
And relieve my heavy heart.
You tell me how you looked for me,
How you sought me through the crowd.
Seeking every face,
Searching every hidden place,
To find me and to heal me.
To prove Your love to me.
And we all look just the same
Etched on smiles,
Hidden trials
Fighting strife and pain
I am one in a crowd of a million
Who would care to know my name?
No one notices,
And no one sees
That pain is watching over me.
I am one in a crowd of a million
And my heart is grieved with pain
Silent tears drop from my eyes
Quiet fears I feed with lies
Craving quick relief from strain
I am one in a crowd of a million
And I have given up on hope
I have given up on joy,
On peace
I’ve given up, I’ve given up.
I am one in a crowd of a million
Guarded in all I do
I pull away from those who pray
I pulled away from You…
Now you are looking in my eyes,
Seeing deeper than the game.
And now I know you realize
And see my hidden shame.
And I am one in a crowd of a million
But with healing hands you pull me close,
I’m safe within your arms.
And with your tears you wash my wounds
And relieve my heavy heart.
You tell me how you looked for me,
How you sought me through the crowd.
Seeking every face,
Searching every hidden place,
To find me and to heal me.
To prove Your love to me.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
No Lover's Quarrel
We were not close
Though, in my mind,
Our hearts were firmly locked.
My fear of love,
And my fear of scorn,
A road between us,
Sorely worn.
You tread at first with confidence
Which soon became contempt.
And I winced, I groaned, I cried out
As you tried to climb my fence.
No one can get inside my heart.
Not even you in all you’d do
Could receive that recompense.
You must know that I longed to love,
You must know that I cared.
And at your battles end,
I grieved for you,
Just like a long lost friend.
With a guarded heart,
And a silent vow
Which never did make sense
I kept you out.
But honestly
You won me in the end
The words you spoke,
The words you wrote,
Etched so deeply in my head,
Carved so surely in my heart,
Captured me.
So set me free.
Please let me be.
If I’m no longer worth your while.
Cause, somehow the fence you tried to climb
Has become no longer mine.
Though, in my mind,
Our hearts were firmly locked.
My fear of love,
And my fear of scorn,
A road between us,
Sorely worn.
You tread at first with confidence
Which soon became contempt.
And I winced, I groaned, I cried out
As you tried to climb my fence.
No one can get inside my heart.
Not even you in all you’d do
Could receive that recompense.
You must know that I longed to love,
You must know that I cared.
And at your battles end,
I grieved for you,
Just like a long lost friend.
With a guarded heart,
And a silent vow
Which never did make sense
I kept you out.
But honestly
You won me in the end
The words you spoke,
The words you wrote,
Etched so deeply in my head,
Carved so surely in my heart,
Captured me.
So set me free.
Please let me be.
If I’m no longer worth your while.
Cause, somehow the fence you tried to climb
Has become no longer mine.
End of Old Poetry
Okay, so that's the end of the 'Old Poetry' for now.
I'm sure I'll find more of it stashed somewhere, have to keep it and end up copying it into here.
So the system stands, titles with an * beside them are 'old' those without are new.
The next one is brand new. I wrote it last Wednesday.
No more distractions, only poetry.
Love Always, Cole.
I'm sure I'll find more of it stashed somewhere, have to keep it and end up copying it into here.
So the system stands, titles with an * beside them are 'old' those without are new.
The next one is brand new. I wrote it last Wednesday.
No more distractions, only poetry.
Love Always, Cole.
*Memories...
It is a scene of simplicity and sweetness
Of excitement and youthful anticipation
Innocence, starry nights and kisses peaked at perfection
Nervous jitters, curiosity,
Wonder and bright eyes
Down home goodness-apple pies and innocence
Thrilling excitement equal to that of a virgin page;
Astounding, beautiful, just awaiting its possibilities.
Beauty in an untapped format gushing from the page,,
An unread book or a brand new chapter
Also nervousness and worry
The agitated twisting of hair and biting of lip;
She’s unsure.
A million outfits of changing shades;
On and off and on again;
Make-up wrong; hair-a disaster.
She tries so hard to make it right!
Yet still she’s thrilled with wonder;
“He chose me!”
The fiery eyes of her rival gleam with amazement
Pointing daggers at her back.
She hopes he doesn’t take her back.
The doorbells ringing echoes sharply;
All her stomach ties in knots,
Her father summons her presence to the door.
Worry; fear; anticipation; all is a jumble
Deep inside.
One last look within the mirror reveals the woman
Deep inside.
A fleeing thought now steals her senses,
“Will he kiss me late tonight?”
Blush quickly warms her cheeks,
Her heart betrays her, pounding passions,
Hopes only the future knows.
Down the stairs her feet soon take her,
And to the door in excitement she floats,
Then…
There he is.
He’s holding flowers,
One sweet lily and a rose;
He looks so nervous,
His feet are shifting,
His eyes flicker not knowing where to go.
He catches her eye and the sight transforms him.
His face breaks into an unbroken smile.
Her confidence soars.
“These are for you.”
He hands her the flowers,
And gingerly she takes them, holding them high.
The sweet scent lifts, tickling her senses.
A quiet “Thank you” falls from her lips.
“Mom, Dad,” she proudly announces,
“This is Robert.”
Robert looks shocked.
She feels slight confusion.
Her nervousness peaks,
Her throat feels constricted,
“What’s wrong Robert?”
She fights for composure.
“Grandma; I’m not Robert.”
He gently replies…
(Wrote while doing notes in Biology 12.)
Of excitement and youthful anticipation
Innocence, starry nights and kisses peaked at perfection
Nervous jitters, curiosity,
Wonder and bright eyes
Down home goodness-apple pies and innocence
Thrilling excitement equal to that of a virgin page;
Astounding, beautiful, just awaiting its possibilities.
Beauty in an untapped format gushing from the page,,
An unread book or a brand new chapter
Also nervousness and worry
The agitated twisting of hair and biting of lip;
She’s unsure.
A million outfits of changing shades;
On and off and on again;
Make-up wrong; hair-a disaster.
She tries so hard to make it right!
Yet still she’s thrilled with wonder;
“He chose me!”
The fiery eyes of her rival gleam with amazement
Pointing daggers at her back.
She hopes he doesn’t take her back.
The doorbells ringing echoes sharply;
All her stomach ties in knots,
Her father summons her presence to the door.
Worry; fear; anticipation; all is a jumble
Deep inside.
One last look within the mirror reveals the woman
Deep inside.
A fleeing thought now steals her senses,
“Will he kiss me late tonight?”
Blush quickly warms her cheeks,
Her heart betrays her, pounding passions,
Hopes only the future knows.
Down the stairs her feet soon take her,
And to the door in excitement she floats,
Then…
There he is.
He’s holding flowers,
One sweet lily and a rose;
He looks so nervous,
His feet are shifting,
His eyes flicker not knowing where to go.
He catches her eye and the sight transforms him.
His face breaks into an unbroken smile.
Her confidence soars.
“These are for you.”
He hands her the flowers,
And gingerly she takes them, holding them high.
The sweet scent lifts, tickling her senses.
A quiet “Thank you” falls from her lips.
“Mom, Dad,” she proudly announces,
“This is Robert.”
Robert looks shocked.
She feels slight confusion.
Her nervousness peaks,
Her throat feels constricted,
“What’s wrong Robert?”
She fights for composure.
“Grandma; I’m not Robert.”
He gently replies…
(Wrote while doing notes in Biology 12.)
*Descriptive Paragraphs:
These are not poems, they’re paragraphs, but I’m putting them here anyways.
The great hall of the Castle Catorwey was abuzz with excitement. Bright colourful banners of red, green and blue hung on the thick cold stonewall in a festive fashion. The castle maids were rushing hither and thither trying to get the tables and chairs set up for the great feast. A wondrous aroma of pine needles and cinnamon candy hung low over the room causing the spirits of those within to rise in joyful expectation. An orchestra was practicing in the far corner and sweet Christmas melodies could be heard across the room. A small knot of children hid under the branches of a large tree in the corner; quietly enjoying the sweet delicate taste of Christmas chocolate, totally oblivious to the clamour around them. Whirling snow fell outside the window and the Castle was finally at peace and free from worries of an argument world full of uncaring people.
Soldiers lay scattered like a deck of cards strewn across the land. Death hung heavy on the air and it’s foul smelling essence filled the hearts and minds of those still left in this cursed place. The sound of gunshots and dieing men filled the air and little hope was found amongst them. Hearts that were so filled with love and peacefulness were no ravaged with a deep consuming emptiness and the dread of facing tomorrow haunted their every thought. Through the havoc appeared a tall silent figure dressed in robes of nobility and dignity. He walked amongst the dead and dieing and comforted their pains with a simple touch of his strong firm hand. Friend and foe he comforted and told them of great peace. A peace they’d find through him in only they’d ask the way. Many asked and many received but others failed to see and died in the agony that the evil in their hearts wielded to so easily. Never experiencing that firm comforting touch.
Behind her lay a work of art, a total masterpiece. Mountains of great hard billowing rock. Deserts of great stretches of sand and cactus. Islands full of tropical fruit, palm trees and soft bodied cappuccino monkeys with loud screeching voices. Prairies of sweeping grass, flat in all directions, rocky ridges and eucalypts. Yes it definitely was a wonderful place, a place to enjoy and be happy with. But she’d wanted more. She’d wanted to find the edge of it all. She wanted to see what it was like to stand on the edge of the world; she wanted to see what was beyond her small corner of rough rock, hot desert and cool mountain breezes. Now she knew. There was nothing there. Nothing. Just deep dark nothingness and endless beyond. But the trip wasn’t a whole loss. She’d heard aboriginals deep mellow voices singing, had tasted the soft sensation of the papaya, smelt the cool fresh feeling of the rain forest after a cleansing shower of rain, and had felt the slippery back of a dolphin. She laughed as she realized the test she’d undergone had served it’s purpose. She’d learned to love the world around her and had learned a great deal about the beauty of a sunset and a winter’s day. The edge of the world was worth the trip but the world was worth the stay.
The moon was bright and the stars were shinning when I came unto the mercy of the darkness. It wasn’t choice or my will in any way that I should be stole away in an hour of such darkness. The darkness took me to a place where all my fears became real, and I ran from spiders, a great white snake and a thousand stinging eels. I ran and ran till breath had left me and I fell into a hole of swirling blackness. Turning round and round I find myself on a merry go round. I hear laughter, she turns her head of soft brown lock and I see her eyes, eyes I recognize. Deep, dark pools of brown, curious and wise. The child stops laughing and watches me, the screams a scream of unreal terror. I turn to see what hs frightened her and find myself lying under the gallows. I can taste blood in my mouth and my heart is beating rapidly. The crowd in screaming insults and I can feel them, taste them as though they were pinging me like hail. The executioner stands over me now and I can smell a repulsive vulgar scent, I have a feeling it’s death. All the while I can hear the little girl screaming in my head. Then through the darkness I remember something said to me once and my soul becomes quite still as the words echoing in my heart burst out of my mouth; I shall never leave you, nor forsake you. The darkness is shocked and I can tell he was not expecting this. “Out,” I yell, “Leave me now!” and to my great surprise he does. Away he slinks and I hear him hiss, “I had her Christ, she was mine, I thought we hand an agreement!” A great powerful voice that I will never forget replied, “we did Satan!” as the dark burst into flames of great consuming fire. Then the sun called me back to the land of beautifully wonderful Light.
Wrote for English class, November 28th, 2002.
The great hall of the Castle Catorwey was abuzz with excitement. Bright colourful banners of red, green and blue hung on the thick cold stonewall in a festive fashion. The castle maids were rushing hither and thither trying to get the tables and chairs set up for the great feast. A wondrous aroma of pine needles and cinnamon candy hung low over the room causing the spirits of those within to rise in joyful expectation. An orchestra was practicing in the far corner and sweet Christmas melodies could be heard across the room. A small knot of children hid under the branches of a large tree in the corner; quietly enjoying the sweet delicate taste of Christmas chocolate, totally oblivious to the clamour around them. Whirling snow fell outside the window and the Castle was finally at peace and free from worries of an argument world full of uncaring people.
Soldiers lay scattered like a deck of cards strewn across the land. Death hung heavy on the air and it’s foul smelling essence filled the hearts and minds of those still left in this cursed place. The sound of gunshots and dieing men filled the air and little hope was found amongst them. Hearts that were so filled with love and peacefulness were no ravaged with a deep consuming emptiness and the dread of facing tomorrow haunted their every thought. Through the havoc appeared a tall silent figure dressed in robes of nobility and dignity. He walked amongst the dead and dieing and comforted their pains with a simple touch of his strong firm hand. Friend and foe he comforted and told them of great peace. A peace they’d find through him in only they’d ask the way. Many asked and many received but others failed to see and died in the agony that the evil in their hearts wielded to so easily. Never experiencing that firm comforting touch.
Behind her lay a work of art, a total masterpiece. Mountains of great hard billowing rock. Deserts of great stretches of sand and cactus. Islands full of tropical fruit, palm trees and soft bodied cappuccino monkeys with loud screeching voices. Prairies of sweeping grass, flat in all directions, rocky ridges and eucalypts. Yes it definitely was a wonderful place, a place to enjoy and be happy with. But she’d wanted more. She’d wanted to find the edge of it all. She wanted to see what it was like to stand on the edge of the world; she wanted to see what was beyond her small corner of rough rock, hot desert and cool mountain breezes. Now she knew. There was nothing there. Nothing. Just deep dark nothingness and endless beyond. But the trip wasn’t a whole loss. She’d heard aboriginals deep mellow voices singing, had tasted the soft sensation of the papaya, smelt the cool fresh feeling of the rain forest after a cleansing shower of rain, and had felt the slippery back of a dolphin. She laughed as she realized the test she’d undergone had served it’s purpose. She’d learned to love the world around her and had learned a great deal about the beauty of a sunset and a winter’s day. The edge of the world was worth the trip but the world was worth the stay.
The moon was bright and the stars were shinning when I came unto the mercy of the darkness. It wasn’t choice or my will in any way that I should be stole away in an hour of such darkness. The darkness took me to a place where all my fears became real, and I ran from spiders, a great white snake and a thousand stinging eels. I ran and ran till breath had left me and I fell into a hole of swirling blackness. Turning round and round I find myself on a merry go round. I hear laughter, she turns her head of soft brown lock and I see her eyes, eyes I recognize. Deep, dark pools of brown, curious and wise. The child stops laughing and watches me, the screams a scream of unreal terror. I turn to see what hs frightened her and find myself lying under the gallows. I can taste blood in my mouth and my heart is beating rapidly. The crowd in screaming insults and I can feel them, taste them as though they were pinging me like hail. The executioner stands over me now and I can smell a repulsive vulgar scent, I have a feeling it’s death. All the while I can hear the little girl screaming in my head. Then through the darkness I remember something said to me once and my soul becomes quite still as the words echoing in my heart burst out of my mouth; I shall never leave you, nor forsake you. The darkness is shocked and I can tell he was not expecting this. “Out,” I yell, “Leave me now!” and to my great surprise he does. Away he slinks and I hear him hiss, “I had her Christ, she was mine, I thought we hand an agreement!” A great powerful voice that I will never forget replied, “we did Satan!” as the dark burst into flames of great consuming fire. Then the sun called me back to the land of beautifully wonderful Light.
Wrote for English class, November 28th, 2002.
*Questions
Questions of my hearts desire
Burned my soul like Holy Fire
I’d sought for answers, been turned away
Told to wait another day
But my heart can’t wait,
I cried out in all-consuming hate
Then, through the darkness I heard a sound
Come with me you will be crowned.
No more waiting shall you do.
All answers I shall give to you.
He was deceiving yet my foolish heart went.
It is a choice I now resent.
He led me through the gates of pain,
And gave me my fill of useless gain.
Yet my heart still ached and the relentless
Battle never grew any less.
Then a sword of light filled my darkness
And a man of shining glory filled with gracefulness
Came into my sight
His eyes proclaimed the end of my plight.
His greatness was indescribable
My joy beyond description
My groaning spirit sang
He’s broken my heavy chain
I fell to my knees as He smiled
Joyful tears fell as I sang like a child
His love pierced my heart
And on my soul He left His mark.
Burned my soul like Holy Fire
I’d sought for answers, been turned away
Told to wait another day
But my heart can’t wait,
I cried out in all-consuming hate
Then, through the darkness I heard a sound
Come with me you will be crowned.
No more waiting shall you do.
All answers I shall give to you.
He was deceiving yet my foolish heart went.
It is a choice I now resent.
He led me through the gates of pain,
And gave me my fill of useless gain.
Yet my heart still ached and the relentless
Battle never grew any less.
Then a sword of light filled my darkness
And a man of shining glory filled with gracefulness
Came into my sight
His eyes proclaimed the end of my plight.
His greatness was indescribable
My joy beyond description
My groaning spirit sang
He’s broken my heavy chain
I fell to my knees as He smiled
Joyful tears fell as I sang like a child
His love pierced my heart
And on my soul He left His mark.
*Fill Me
Holy Spirit come fill me
Come fill me with more of you
Let my heart overflow with you
Let my focus rest solely on you
I am Yours Lord,
Holy Spirit I give myself freely
Love me, Jesus
Teach me, Lord
I want more of You
. Come, Holy Spirit,
Come fill me
Make whole my soul
I want to dive deeper into you
Surround me with Your grace
Drown me in your faithful love
And resurrect me in Your Glory
You are Everything, Everything
The Sun and the Moon
Can’t ever compare to you
Come fill me with more of you
Let my heart overflow with you
Let my focus rest solely on you
I am Yours Lord,
Holy Spirit I give myself freely
Love me, Jesus
Teach me, Lord
I want more of You
. Come, Holy Spirit,
Come fill me
Make whole my soul
I want to dive deeper into you
Surround me with Your grace
Drown me in your faithful love
And resurrect me in Your Glory
You are Everything, Everything
The Sun and the Moon
Can’t ever compare to you
*The Land of the Forbidden
This road I travel
Narrow and twisted
Has led me to my destiny
I stand at a crossroad
One way is wide
The way easy going,
The other narrow and rocky
I know which way I’d like to go
It’s a path well travelled
It must be alright I reason,
But my heart yearns to follow
Curiosity and truth down the narrow path
A path of rocks and twisted ways.
My feet carry me forward
While I struggle at the cross road
And before my heart can argue
I step onto the wide path
My beloved road well traveled
Doom and horror haunt my every step
As I walk down the road well traveled
Hope has left my heart and I am full of regret
For letting my mind win over my heart
I wish I could go back to the cross road
I wish I could have avoided
The Land of the Forbidden
And taken the narrow road.
Narrow and twisted
Has led me to my destiny
I stand at a crossroad
One way is wide
The way easy going,
The other narrow and rocky
I know which way I’d like to go
It’s a path well travelled
It must be alright I reason,
But my heart yearns to follow
Curiosity and truth down the narrow path
A path of rocks and twisted ways.
My feet carry me forward
While I struggle at the cross road
And before my heart can argue
I step onto the wide path
My beloved road well traveled
Doom and horror haunt my every step
As I walk down the road well traveled
Hope has left my heart and I am full of regret
For letting my mind win over my heart
I wish I could go back to the cross road
I wish I could have avoided
The Land of the Forbidden
And taken the narrow road.
*Forgotten Child
The smell of crisp spicy needles,
Fills the room.
Spirits are lifted and hearts all aglow.
A large pine of deep evergreen boughs
Sits displaying it’s magnificence
In the corner of our large dining room,
Candles sit alight
On it’s strong boughs
And they glow in great merriment
Taking in all the cheer
Of a glorious holiday.
Beads of shimmering gold are strung
Criss-crossing patterns along the branches
And atop of this grand display
Sits a star.
Simple and bright
To remind us of a night so long ago,
And of a child too often forgotten.
Fills the room.
Spirits are lifted and hearts all aglow.
A large pine of deep evergreen boughs
Sits displaying it’s magnificence
In the corner of our large dining room,
Candles sit alight
On it’s strong boughs
And they glow in great merriment
Taking in all the cheer
Of a glorious holiday.
Beads of shimmering gold are strung
Criss-crossing patterns along the branches
And atop of this grand display
Sits a star.
Simple and bright
To remind us of a night so long ago,
And of a child too often forgotten.
*Forever Found
All I want to ever know
All I want to ever hear
Is forever echoing in my ear,
Like a softly falling rainy glow.
Water bubbling, merrily graceful,
A tiny angel wishing well
To all who dare to dwell
In the court of the Most High
A pair of eyes, sad yet sweet
Watching after all he keep
Searching for his one lost lamb
Securing for them Heaven’s claim
I was that lamb, lost and now found
Living on uneasy ground
Unpromising love caught in my a snare
I hid, afraid of Heavens glare.
Yet lost as I was
And grounded as I felt,
I could not hide
From Heaven’s light.
He picked me up
And took my hand
Leading me to solid ground
Whispering soft Forever’s in my ears.
All I want to ever hear
Is forever echoing in my ear,
Like a softly falling rainy glow.
Water bubbling, merrily graceful,
A tiny angel wishing well
To all who dare to dwell
In the court of the Most High
A pair of eyes, sad yet sweet
Watching after all he keep
Searching for his one lost lamb
Securing for them Heaven’s claim
I was that lamb, lost and now found
Living on uneasy ground
Unpromising love caught in my a snare
I hid, afraid of Heavens glare.
Yet lost as I was
And grounded as I felt,
I could not hide
From Heaven’s light.
He picked me up
And took my hand
Leading me to solid ground
Whispering soft Forever’s in my ears.
*Awe Of You
Words come so slowly to my mind
As I stand in awe of you
My soul yearns
My soul aches
But petty words
Your Heart can’t inspire.
This simple brush
This lightest touch
I just cannot describe
So how God?
How will I be able to speak
When your glory
Is revealed to me?
It makes me think,
It makes me feel,
Cause I know your for real.
But I shall never know,
Quite all of you.
Never should my mind
Be able to know,
All your depth,
Nor all your glory.
As I stand in awe of you
My soul yearns
My soul aches
But petty words
Your Heart can’t inspire.
This simple brush
This lightest touch
I just cannot describe
So how God?
How will I be able to speak
When your glory
Is revealed to me?
It makes me think,
It makes me feel,
Cause I know your for real.
But I shall never know,
Quite all of you.
Never should my mind
Be able to know,
All your depth,
Nor all your glory.
*Are You There?
The land,
It seemed to stretch
Out to forever.
My mind just couldn’t
Help but gasp in utter fear.
And my heart cried out
Though I knew you’d always hear me,
My heart cried out
Are you there?
My faith wore thin
O why had you left me
My heart felt weak
Within my soul.
And my heart cried out,
Though I knew you’d always hear me,
My heart cried out
Are you there?
O sweet Jesus,
Why did you leave me in
My darkest hour
Why you cast me
To the fires of my death.
And my heart cries out,
Though I know you always hear me
My heart cries out,
Are you there?
What was so obvious
Is now as dark as night
And my mind can’t take anymore.
O Jesus, Lord my Saviour,
Are you there?
It seemed to stretch
Out to forever.
My mind just couldn’t
Help but gasp in utter fear.
And my heart cried out
Though I knew you’d always hear me,
My heart cried out
Are you there?
My faith wore thin
O why had you left me
My heart felt weak
Within my soul.
And my heart cried out,
Though I knew you’d always hear me,
My heart cried out
Are you there?
O sweet Jesus,
Why did you leave me in
My darkest hour
Why you cast me
To the fires of my death.
And my heart cries out,
Though I know you always hear me
My heart cries out,
Are you there?
What was so obvious
Is now as dark as night
And my mind can’t take anymore.
O Jesus, Lord my Saviour,
Are you there?
Saturday, September 8, 2007
*Here Again
Here I am again
Torn and defeated
There you stand again
A comfort in the dark
My heart is aching
And I’m hesitating
Cause you’re standing
Where I stood
And your arms are open wide
And your eyes they beckon me
But I don’t know,
I can’t decide
Whether I believe,
In you…
Torn and defeated
There you stand again
A comfort in the dark
My heart is aching
And I’m hesitating
Cause you’re standing
Where I stood
And your arms are open wide
And your eyes they beckon me
But I don’t know,
I can’t decide
Whether I believe,
In you…
*Silence
Silence is an odd sound
A deep wailing sound
Like sirens wailing in your ears
Or wind whistling through
And old abandoned house.
It’s a pleasant sound
Though rarely heard
And most often drowned out
By the clamour of other sounds,
Less provoking sounds,
Like music, traffic
And the swell of human activity.
No one want to hear silence
When it’s there,
And everyone wants to hear it
When it’s not.
A deep wailing sound
Like sirens wailing in your ears
Or wind whistling through
And old abandoned house.
It’s a pleasant sound
Though rarely heard
And most often drowned out
By the clamour of other sounds,
Less provoking sounds,
Like music, traffic
And the swell of human activity.
No one want to hear silence
When it’s there,
And everyone wants to hear it
When it’s not.
*Random Verse
My heart, my hands, my feet,
My all, myself I bring;
Accept in mercy, gracious Lord,
My humble offering.
_____________________________
Wonderful story of love;
Tell it to me again;
Wonderful story of love;
Wake the immortal strain!
____________________________
This could be my last dance
This could be my final chance
But Jesus I just can’t do it
Just can’t see it
It definitely wasn’t me
That they crucified you for
You’re too good
Too pure,
They’d notice that for sure…
My all, myself I bring;
Accept in mercy, gracious Lord,
My humble offering.
_____________________________
Wonderful story of love;
Tell it to me again;
Wonderful story of love;
Wake the immortal strain!
____________________________
This could be my last dance
This could be my final chance
But Jesus I just can’t do it
Just can’t see it
It definitely wasn’t me
That they crucified you for
You’re too good
Too pure,
They’d notice that for sure…
*The Hands Of God
Stars of shining silver,
Twinkle on a back of
Velvet black as Leaves
Turning in the wind
Give us a feeling Of
Joy and send the message of
Love to the blue waters
Of a sapphire ocean, almost
More beautiful than Gold
Which is entwined in
The moon and sun as it
Casts a display of Shimmering
Light and still hold true to the one
It loves
In a great earnest display of Hope
One can only hold their
Breath as
Such a display is shown and Tell
Of the love and joy experienced
When one encounters a display of
Such craftsmanship in which only
One who is great is able to create
Only the work of the hands of God
Can display such wonder and delight
And give such a feeling of Peace.
Twinkle on a back of
Velvet black as Leaves
Turning in the wind
Give us a feeling Of
Joy and send the message of
Love to the blue waters
Of a sapphire ocean, almost
More beautiful than Gold
Which is entwined in
The moon and sun as it
Casts a display of Shimmering
Light and still hold true to the one
It loves
In a great earnest display of Hope
One can only hold their
Breath as
Such a display is shown and Tell
Of the love and joy experienced
When one encounters a display of
Such craftsmanship in which only
One who is great is able to create
Only the work of the hands of God
Can display such wonder and delight
And give such a feeling of Peace.
*The Stage
A canopy of brilliant stars
Hang suspended
Above my head.
The moon glows
A brilliant gold
And the frost shimmers
On the branches
Of the great white birch trees.
The stage is set
For a display of praise.
Everything is perfect
Set for the Sovereign of the World.
I sing my best
And dance as I never have
For my glorious guest
On my glorious stage.
Hang suspended
Above my head.
The moon glows
A brilliant gold
And the frost shimmers
On the branches
Of the great white birch trees.
The stage is set
For a display of praise.
Everything is perfect
Set for the Sovereign of the World.
I sing my best
And dance as I never have
For my glorious guest
On my glorious stage.
*English Class Poem (Wrote With Raechelle)
Your face has a cool, smooth
And delicate complexion,
Like water chuckling over pearly stones.
Your eyes are like glowing embers,
Warm and inviting,
Your nose rises delicately outward
like the softly lapping waves against a lake shore.
Your lips are silken pink,
Like the tangy sweetness of grapefruit juice.
Your smile gleams beautifully
Like the polished keys of a piano.
Your cheeks are like peaches on
A cool spring day.
Your hair is long and silky,
Like the sound of someone playing a harp.
Like long grass blowing in the field,
Like straight hung wind chimes twisting in the wind.
Your ears are just like the handles of a delicate
Tea cup twisting outward and bending back in.
Your eyelashes are full and thick
Curved upwards like a sail on an elegant ship
Tossed at sea.
Your neck is like a tall tower
Holding up the gleaming night sky.
Your shoulders like the bottom of a
Pine tree, hands reaching out to catch
The gentle falling snow flakes
Your arms like merciful branches
For support.
Your hands are like long fingers
Reaching out for hope.
And delicate complexion,
Like water chuckling over pearly stones.
Your eyes are like glowing embers,
Warm and inviting,
Your nose rises delicately outward
like the softly lapping waves against a lake shore.
Your lips are silken pink,
Like the tangy sweetness of grapefruit juice.
Your smile gleams beautifully
Like the polished keys of a piano.
Your cheeks are like peaches on
A cool spring day.
Your hair is long and silky,
Like the sound of someone playing a harp.
Like long grass blowing in the field,
Like straight hung wind chimes twisting in the wind.
Your ears are just like the handles of a delicate
Tea cup twisting outward and bending back in.
Your eyelashes are full and thick
Curved upwards like a sail on an elegant ship
Tossed at sea.
Your neck is like a tall tower
Holding up the gleaming night sky.
Your shoulders like the bottom of a
Pine tree, hands reaching out to catch
The gentle falling snow flakes
Your arms like merciful branches
For support.
Your hands are like long fingers
Reaching out for hope.
*How Could I Not?
O Lord,
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched
By what you did?
It was my cross.
It was my nails.
It was my shame.
It was my blame.
It was mine.
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched,
By what you did?
Wrote on August 8, 2002
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched
By what you did?
It was my cross.
It was my nails.
It was my shame.
It was my blame.
It was mine.
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched,
By what you did?
Wrote on August 8, 2002
*Back Where I Belong
I am walking down this road,
My heart feels heavy
And as black as coal.
My mind is telling me no,
But my heart says to go
To go back to what I had before.
To become as white as snow.
To give up desert
For the rain.
To accept such precious gain.
I feel it,
The end in near, I see a bright and shining star
I know my Saviour is here
I long for his embracing love,
I know that my sins are dead and gone.
Your love have reached inside my heart.
I feel your embracing love
And I am back where I belong.
My heart feels heavy
And as black as coal.
My mind is telling me no,
But my heart says to go
To go back to what I had before.
To become as white as snow.
To give up desert
For the rain.
To accept such precious gain.
I feel it,
The end in near, I see a bright and shining star
I know my Saviour is here
I long for his embracing love,
I know that my sins are dead and gone.
Your love have reached inside my heart.
I feel your embracing love
And I am back where I belong.
Glory...
When the ink melts
And blends in the page
A miracles occurs
Beneath my finger tips.
Passionate fury seeps
From inside of me
And I become exhausted
With my lack of freedom;
My inability to record
My thoughts as quickly
As they come.
This is when a prayer
Falls from my lips
And my focus
Starts to shift.
To write,
Is to worship,
And to worship,
Is to bring glory to God.
And blends in the page
A miracles occurs
Beneath my finger tips.
Passionate fury seeps
From inside of me
And I become exhausted
With my lack of freedom;
My inability to record
My thoughts as quickly
As they come.
This is when a prayer
Falls from my lips
And my focus
Starts to shift.
To write,
Is to worship,
And to worship,
Is to bring glory to God.
*For You
I want to write for you alone,
With your knowledge
I’d like to speak
But sometimes it seems
Like you don’t care
Don’t even see me standing here.
I want to sing of your glory
I want to proclaim your will
Use me, O Lord,
Write through me, Lord
And use my voice.
Let me proclaim your will Lord
Let me sing of your glory
Lord I want to dance
In joy for you
I want to wave flags
And shout out to the world
Of your goodness
I want to reach the lost
I want to help gather your flock
Lord please,
Use me.
With your knowledge
I’d like to speak
But sometimes it seems
Like you don’t care
Don’t even see me standing here.
I want to sing of your glory
I want to proclaim your will
Use me, O Lord,
Write through me, Lord
And use my voice.
Let me proclaim your will Lord
Let me sing of your glory
Lord I want to dance
In joy for you
I want to wave flags
And shout out to the world
Of your goodness
I want to reach the lost
I want to help gather your flock
Lord please,
Use me.
*Three
Three crosses stand upon a hill,
Three men hand upon them
Three nails hold each one in place
While the crowd below does cheer them.
Three men in the garden waited,
Three and twenty seven betrayed them
Three times a cock crowed in the dawn.
As Peter fell below them.
Three were sent from Eden
Three days spent in a tomb
Three complete the Trinity
And three make up this poem.
Three men hand upon them
Three nails hold each one in place
While the crowd below does cheer them.
Three men in the garden waited,
Three and twenty seven betrayed them
Three times a cock crowed in the dawn.
As Peter fell below them.
Three were sent from Eden
Three days spent in a tomb
Three complete the Trinity
And three make up this poem.
*Face (Not really a poem...)
I am a person without a face.
A black hole exposed to the world.
Who I am is stuffed inside.
What I feel.
What I think.
What I know and believe
Is all found in my faceless head.
Those who see me stare in awe.
Who and what is she?
Why is there no face to place our judgements upon?
In my shame, under scrutiny of the eyes I began to build.
Cheek bones, nose, mouth, eyes.
Muscles and flesh inter-twining to cover my open hole.
I have become unrecognizable to me, I have a face.
Just another person with a carefully crafted mask.
People who see me no longer cringe
For I am hidden deep within.
My tears never fall from public eyes.
My voice never screams from my tightly closed throat
For I am no longer myself.
Another person,
A me I don’t know nods in agreement as a flower inside the wind.
Who am I?
I am no longer me. I am changed for the worse.
I am my face.
A black hole exposed to the world.
Who I am is stuffed inside.
What I feel.
What I think.
What I know and believe
Is all found in my faceless head.
Those who see me stare in awe.
Who and what is she?
Why is there no face to place our judgements upon?
In my shame, under scrutiny of the eyes I began to build.
Cheek bones, nose, mouth, eyes.
Muscles and flesh inter-twining to cover my open hole.
I have become unrecognizable to me, I have a face.
Just another person with a carefully crafted mask.
People who see me no longer cringe
For I am hidden deep within.
My tears never fall from public eyes.
My voice never screams from my tightly closed throat
For I am no longer myself.
Another person,
A me I don’t know nods in agreement as a flower inside the wind.
Who am I?
I am no longer me. I am changed for the worse.
I am my face.
* With Heartfelt Heaviness
Hope seemed so far away
My mind astir
With thoughts of why you
Have brought me to this place.
This place of heaviness and discouragment
I’ve tried my best
To hold my head up
But sin is drowning me
Just like water in a desert
I need a Saviour to rain on me
I need someone to raise me up
And take away my shame
Why did it have to be you?
Why did such a pure spotless lamb
Have to die for me?
Why did you care
Even after I rejected him?
This I cried with heartfelt heaviness
And he replied,
“Because I love you.”
My mind astir
With thoughts of why you
Have brought me to this place.
This place of heaviness and discouragment
I’ve tried my best
To hold my head up
But sin is drowning me
Just like water in a desert
I need a Saviour to rain on me
I need someone to raise me up
And take away my shame
Why did it have to be you?
Why did such a pure spotless lamb
Have to die for me?
Why did you care
Even after I rejected him?
This I cried with heartfelt heaviness
And he replied,
“Because I love you.”
Old Poems
Lately, and by lately I mean the past 5-6 months, I have been going through all of my possessions. As a result I have thrown away huge bags full of things I was keeping simply because I had at one point in time had a kind of emotional attachment to them. A part of this great massacre of clutter were my papers. I had papers with writing and ideas on them from when I first started to write in the fourth grade. That’s a lot of paper and I’m sure you can imagine the way my room looked coated in all those papers. Well, I am currently coming through one more round of ’weeding’ and I have one more large garbage bag full of papers I have decided to part with. And I’ve found treasures that I desire to keep, such as the poems I am typing out now to post in my blog, which I have progressively wrote over the years.
Anyways, keeping them here is easier than keeping the paper copy.
Love Always,
Cole.
Note all poems with an * beside the title are from years gone by.
Example: *With Heartfelt Heaviness.
Anyways, keeping them here is easier than keeping the paper copy.
Love Always,
Cole.
Note all poems with an * beside the title are from years gone by.
Example: *With Heartfelt Heaviness.
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