First Date

First date flutters, nervous butterflies crawling

Smiling, wishing, secretly wanting

Inching closer on the couch, just a little bit more

Wondering, nervously, what could be in store

Finally next to you, leaning against your chest

Biting my smiling lips, wondering if this is a test

As the movie plays outside of my attention,

Your arm slips around me, getting my affection

Sighing with relief, taking a deep breath, smiling too.

I realize this is perfect, and all I want is you.


What It Means to Love

I really hate when people are hypocrites. You say you believe in this Almighty God who loves YOU and is so forgiving and wonderful to YOU, but when it comes to the gays, by all means he hates THEM. When it comes to the prostitutes, he is disgusted with THEIR sin. The poor people are just lazy, the homeless man is a loser, every one else is to blame. But don’t you see? Jesus came to die, not just for you and me, but for all to see. Sluts, beggars, hobos, welfare getters, and even, goodness forbid, DEMOCRATS, are loved by Christ, and are called to be loved by you. Judging is the same as lying which is the same as sexual imorality which is all sin in the end.

Corrupt Cycle of Blame

The teacher blames it on the kid,

The kid blames it on the home,

The home is composed of the parents,

And the parents blame it on the system,

The system blames it on society,

The society is composed of the media,

And the media blames it on the desire,

The desire is blamed on the people,

The people is composed of the kid, the parent, and the teacher,

And the teacher blames it on…


When one starts to think they are better than someone else, think a little harder, and look a bit deeper. Look at their facial features. Are they so much different than yours? You can see a pair of eyes and ears, a nose and a mouth. Look into their eyes for clues of feelings. They get sad like you, mad like you, happy like you, sappy like you. So their laugh is a bit louder, their crying much quiter, their anger more dramatic. So what? You can see how much they love or hate or are abused or pampered, and you can start to imagine an entire past and future for them, and you can maybe start to understand why they do what they do. That is truely what people are needing. Understanding, with a pinch of love on top, served right now, and with lots of vigor and truth following it.

Pining Away For Love

My mind starts to form a picture, a vague canvass of art

You goofing around, trying to be cool; me smiling, trying to be smart

Us now, you and me, me and you,

Going out to the ocean blue

Down with an anchor pulling me to the bottom of the shore,

Never worrying if we could drown, just wanting more and more

Of each other, of this undying love, this careless freeing feel

No one better than the other, none forced to kneel

Equal in every way, mutually in hopelessness that feels like wings

Giving me a heart that can do nothing but sing

While we sit here at the bottom of the ocean, tied to an anchor, oxygen gone

I smile over at you across from me, wave, open my mouth to sing the last song:

Come with me, my love, to the sea, the Sea of Love

I wanna tell you how much I love you.