January 7, 2013 § Leave a comment
I most likely will never be famous.
No one will ever read my thoughts.
Still I want to daily win your heart as I open mine.
Let me rock, let me bash a guitar.
Let me sing my lungs out.
Let the song flow from inside.
Even if I never play a single note.
Even if the chords have long gone broke.
Let me hum a heartfelt tune.
Let my world be rocked by you.
I will hold my Abbey Road sessions
and serenade my audience of one.
I will record my Abbey Road sessions
and remind our love to us two.
January 7, 2013 § Leave a comment
Y si me pide el tiempo,
todo se lo envuelvo en un listón de color.
Y si me pide el cielo,
me pongo de rodillas y ofrezco una oración.
Esto es amor.
Se tiene y se mantiene.
Se siente y no se miente.
Se busca y se alimenta,
y a veces se desmenuza y al final todo se entrega.
Se escucha y no se juzga y alumbra con llama de pasión,
que no infatuación.
Te llama y te extraña… y te hermana (y se apaga)
Recupera y se sienta y reflexiona… y te rodea y vuelta a empezar.
Te enamora una vez más.
Te expone y estremece.
Te envuelve, no comprendes.
Te deja en libertad… para volar.
April 11, 2012 § 1 Comment
Just a note, a sweet single note…
A piano song and you show me once, you show me once more
that I am not dead, that I own a soul
that my heart, though it aches… that my heart is still well.
Though it’s not my voice that which I hear
though it’s someone else who whispers to your ear
I can still believe, in silent, silent tears
it’s me who speaks.
One word, one solid, absolute word
and I am back at your door.
back at your doorstep, knocking to enter the world;
the world of all possible, the world of all mercies
the God who is a dreamer, this God of my own.
The comforter’s here…
One string, a single cry of the violin,
ot is all I need to come here
to surrender, free from my own beliefs.
Dive in refreshing and calm sea… let us dive in.
Confronted to the rest, confronted to what’s left.
Oh one word! the one right now being sung
A miracle happens here, a miracle indeed
deep inside of me… deep inside of me…
In truth and verity, in me.
No more pretensions, no more hip wisdom
No condemnation, oh no dissections, no complex thought
but a miracle, just a miracle,
all the while it’s being sung.
Miracle of your love, miracle of your voice
soft calling late at night, wooing back my mind;
back into peacefulness, back into light
such as my lamp dimly shining, letting me write that:
that which though not my words, and not my notes and not my song,
is nonetheless my very own love song.
February 14, 2012 § 1 Comment
Lead my boat far from the shore,
make me dip my toes and taste your salty love.
Headfirst diving, merge my tears with ocean waters,
cleansing, clearing, washing, calming.
Call my name, chant a song,
fiercely fight for my soul.
In the midst of vicious battle,
Bring my boat, out of the storm.
Steer my waves towards the rocks,
slowly pull me home.
Invite me in,
converse through grief,
the joyful sounds of balmy waters bashing callous deeds.
Let saltiness permeate; let solitude set in.
Let graciousness abound, let sun rays kiss my skin.
Push me out and to the sea,
wave a sweet farewell at me.
I shall slip off all tight reins,
I shall find true binding stars.
Your still peace steering my boat,
Your bold love my bright lighthouse.
January 17, 2012 § 2 Comments
I once took a train
Beauty of an Indian girl
Like the one I saw today.
I once felt the rain
I once touched the cold
Melting snow on tongue
Cheerful walk back home.
I once had companion
I once knew true love
I was all but lonely
I was all but done.
I once came back here
I once typed the truth
I once led my love
Through great mountains
Seas deep blue.
That I always knew your name
Is my secret and is yours
That I went astray
Is no secret
It spurred love.
That I come
That I go
That I think
That I stole…
All the memories
All the love
My own first
And then more.
I once was in Paris
How Surreal the love.
October 31, 2011 § 3 Comments
We’re all shattered, we’re all crying.
We’re all seeking, we’re all asking.
We’re all failing, as we’re standing.
We’re all dancing to the tune of trying.
We’re all singing, we’re all laughing,
we’re all looking, our souls yearning.
Eyes half-closed, heart on top.
Blind we go, head-first jump.
Brittle faith, endless hope.
We rejoice, as we mourn.
We all come and go.
We Live. We Die.
We Are .
August 8, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’ve seen you, and I’ve seen myself along.
So could it?
Could it be you whom I reflect my heart upon, gazing at myself while in reality doing so at God?
Could it be me the one opening a door to your heart? I so wish for that thought
But wait; Is there even an answer, or should I just walk the walk?
silent, trusting, hoping for the hope…