God is greater than my confusion

Another chapter

another drive

another giant waste of time

a waste or disgrace?

time only tells

the story we face

in hindsight’s bold face

find the meaning, find the rhyme

find the mistakes, find the time

feel the change and growth – be kind

say to my face, that you wish me well

when all else was barren, Jesus defeated hell

what more could we ask? the shallow fear money

the creator of the skies is sweeter than honey

so I have grace for my past of empty pursuits

and look forward towards Love

digging up these deep roots

I fly in the wind of unruly design

and trust He is greater, the greatest of all time

real and fake

they don’t know who I am

will they ever?

they don’t really understand –

all the small talk endeavors

everyday a passing chance

to touch the souls of many

everyday a passing glance

at the demands brought forth by heresy

do we look deeper?

when will it end?

the favor is worn out

and the discipline still stands

he won’t understand

she won’t pay any mind

we won’t comprehend

all the bleeding of time

Agape

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved to be herself

she constantly met people who didn’t accept her the way she was

they would fake laugh, keeping their heads low

only paying attention when it concerned them

benefiting from her generosity

getting high off her happiness

and using every last drop of her happy heart only to leave it on the floor

But the girl persisted

she kept being herself

and made friends who allowed her to do so

she laughed with those friends

they weren’t perfect

they just saw her for who she was

the girl was wise

she knew

that it wasn’t always about finding these great friends

but that it was also about learning to love unconditionally

despite how her feelings told her to act that day

she loved the people who didn’t love her

she was still kind to them

and she felt more full doing so

her soul would live forever, and she thrived for now

and cherished this example of perfect love

set by Christ

RiNo

River North

golden hour resting on the front porch

time lingers and stretches forth

sweet tea Saturday

sunflowers reach new heights as the bluebirds play

houses that have seen our ancestors’ best days

stained glass, old tears

paved walkways, canned beers

jazz from the cafe next store you can hear

a friendly hello, a passing gaze

a ripening rose, a summer phase

done with the snow, the cold, the haze

character and charm and everything mysterious

doors and windows and walls protect from the perilous

laughter and devotion and art and borrowed knowledge

these will help you grow, these will take you to college

oh the safety of staying inside

baking warm pies

listening to the faint sound of the cars going by

talking on the phone all through the night

lighting candles, folding laundry, and simply being happy to be alive.

why do you like rainstorms?

“well

when I am alone in a cafe

and I start to hear the sky rip into two

and rain pour furiously, throwing itself into the earth with abandon

I’m comforted by the security of nature’s intense cry

it’s need to release and let go

saddened by it’s longing to be of this world

richened by it’s strength

and touched by it’s directness.”

“oh, I didn’t mean rainstorms, I mean why do you like ranch so much?”

*walks outside into rainstorm to avoid further confrontation*

autumn

I didn’t realize that my soul needed this

until I closed my eyes

and drifted away to that Aunt Martha song I’ve been playing for 2 years now

Where have you been for the past five years?
The last I heard is you took some time
You drove straight down the 405
And we both know why you left me here
But oh, how things have changed
Now I act my age
And you are older, too
So why not see this through?

I drifted

then opened my eyes eyes again, looking around me

tonight I was sleeping in an abandoned bus fit for a lost traveler

cows and goats were nearby, and the mountainside was covered with the daybreak’s golden light

I walked outside and smelled a sweet musk brought from the wind’s heavy breeze

It was fall now

summer had vanished into the dizzying daydreams I left behind

It was time to say hello to new thoughts

new expectations of who to be

new leaves, growing where the old ones have fallen off onto the ground beside my feet

lost in conversation, with him

when I’m lost in conversation with you

it is like turning off the highway of small talk

onto the byway of popular controversial topics

then, onto the back road of what we each really think about all that nonsense

and finally, we turn into the unpaved grass, and say the words we’ve been scared to say to anyone else. It’s almost like, when I’m speaking to you like this, my soul let’s out a deep breath and whispers, “Ah, there you are.”

is that you on that plane?

her: 8/14/2019

I am a blip in the sky

flying over every ceremony of good and bad

oblivious to the fact that the world everywhere can see my light

I sit quietly in the dim light over my jumpseat, paging through a novel

someone rings their call light

they want coffee

I maneuver slowly to the back galley to pour them a cup

most passengers are asleep, and we still have an hour to go upon arrival

among me are hundreds of strangers

sleeping in the dark

but i feel very alone

even though I am looked at like I am someone who goes home to a big family and dances with them in the kitchen light

anyone who looked into my eyes a second further would know better than this

they would see that I am a woman who just might call home a dark basement,

and with her little free time, sits in the quiet light listening to novo amour

I am a woman who gives the illusion of sunshine with her bright smile

but is cold and in so much pain

I have gone through deep heartbreak

and I have lost so many friends

but I know I have grown

and there is no going back from that

I wish I knew how to start over with abandon

to go out in the town and meet new people even if it meant getting shattered all over again

to believe that my life truly has “just begun”

and to reach greater heights than what I’ve already laid out for myself

I feel I have become complacent

settling for a dull life, when I know in my heart I am meant for so much more…

suddenly I am taken aback by pockets of turbulence

we are going through a dark cloud

him: narrated by her 8/14/2019

you are stargazing on a mountain one dark summer night

and see me overhead in that plane

of course, you don’t know it’s “me” but, objectively speaking, you see me

your mind starts to wonder

the shape of my head

the color of my eyes

and the way my soul would make yours feel

you can almost picture it..

your friends are all around you but you can’t hear a thing

your eyes are fixed on the plane above, and your heart signals to you something faint

something a thousand miles away

something that you can’t quite unravel into a thought

but you focus on my plane

and you smile

poetry seeping through your lips quietly

is that you on that plane, my dear?

watch me as i shed a tear

you’re a thousand miles away, up there

but can you hear?

i am speaking to you, lovely

i am dying to meet you…

i will kiss away your sadness and bring you the morning sun

using the strength of my arms,

and the diligent love my soul yearns to give yours

so when?

when will it be that i can talk to you?

i guess fate will create the perfect instance

my imagination will not even be able to create our story

but i see you, and i just wanted you to know that

in the darkness of tonight

in the dimness of your light

i see you,

and i love you

as you finish the last of your speech, my plane vanishes behind a cloud

you know without a doubt it was me

and you can’t believe that you know, but you do

always for a reason

when will you see

that, all that time,

it was you inspiring me

teaching me

leading me to me

when will you see

it was all of your melodies

along with your rawness

your truth

that I was craving

for myself

I not only admired you;

I needed to embody all of what you were

so that I could become the same

that is how much you moved me

I wanted to be as true as you

to be a legend, like you

and for you?

maybe it was a physical game, my worst fear

or maybe you, too, saw the universe pointing at us both

telling us to come with Her

maybe she wanted us to examine each others’ souls for a reason

that reason being:

for you to give me strength to live

and me, to open up your mind a little more….

but I’ll speak for myself and say:

there is no simple word to depict the effect you’ve had in my life

I will never know if you felt it;

that notion

that maybe

just maybe

it was a divine meeting

instead of just a heartbreak

Spotify Premium junky

for those of you looking for new music: I have good news!

thanks to being a reserve flight attendant and having too much time on my hands, I’ve created a few playlists for myself. I call them “everything” playlists. They’re for driving, working out, drinking beer on the porch, and everything in between. I don’t like to tell myself I have a specific taste in music, but generally I tend to love folky alternative beats.

I will post the link to my playlists below, but to list a few noteworthy jams I’ve been loving:

Park Bench by Valley
My Love by Until the Ribbon Breaks
So Far So Fast by The National
Closer by MADE IN LA
Blood Red Sentimental Blues by Cotton Jones

really hope you find some you like in there 🙂