I'm in danger, an animal alive and restless. Tonight the dew develops and closes in on itself, frozen within.

and all those tears
them crying shames
douse to find mine minerals
rubies sapphires clean water
hidden where
i'd no idea.
Minerals mine buried
studded all through in


I wait for some spark to catch my eye and constantly ignore the light within. All of me . was . so invested in the earth.
I just heard a vision of the truth.
I would have said I'm so elsewhere all the time, blind to my heart, but my heart is all I see before me. My Faith (His Faith) is made manifest (out there) so I might know where I stand: ankle deep, swimming, dry as a bone. Faith enough to swim in when all we need's a mustard seed. How he grows (us).

I can't keep people; I can't impress enough, I can't stay perfect in their eyes. I can only walk, and only this will do.
I speak and forests grow, I smile and the fish of the river leap and race, I believe and all things are open to me. There is no time of day that I cannot be part of my Father; there is no dream that is not of him. Sorrows are moments stuck  to the clock by which we live. But His time is a face without hands, numbers, or cogs - just light and music. "Seasons!" he sings, "Dance and live for joy and peace are yours eternally! Be awake, be heartfelt in all things, for your God is with you!  Turn to Him that you might be moved to deliverance!"  I open my eyes and see Spirit, learning to move in that.
We've been freed, put to pasture to feed, and learn and grow, and we immediately run back to our stalls where they know us and we can pretend there's actually nothing better than where we're at.

the streets are wet
lamplights shine a glow that lights the way
the glare in the drops, desperation
and I'm finding it hard to say:

despair pushes its way in
lost I can't find the light of day
deadening thoughts cuff me down
I'm struggling to say:

I believe
I am yours
there's nothing else besides us;
living life
behind closed doors
I'm sheltered emprisoned uncovered;
But to you who frees
to you who sees
I'm fully formed and beautiful;
I admit I've run to others
but you're the life of me
you're life to those who believe

if what you say is true
then my words are the life i choose,
my heart is drumming, my throat is humming
so close so much to lose:

but i'm still here, still with you
I've not gone so how could you?
'God with men' something something.




I don't know how writing music works. rather, writing lyrics. my poems haven't (necessarily) lent themselves to music, but to write something cohesive...i don't know whether music or lyrics come first.
There's more, there's always more. But I can't touch it at the moment. -hanss