win[G]loss

photo beams bright shine up the dusk
like a crown in the sky
the dust in the air isnt what really makes us cry
its purple pink orange and gold fighting over control of the clouds and the view
a friendly scuffle that paints a picture thats every evening, new
they light a fire on the horizon
that spreads and rises until someone realizes whats going on
but no true soul would dare put this out
bona-fide beauty like this is what makes a gap in our mouth
all we wanna do is shout
LOOK!
one word that took my eyes and spun them around
until this right combination locked them on
and found how to fly into what is soon to be night
what better time to fly
if you keep going hotter into the flames all together
youll find a warmth that lasts forever - a sun that never sets
a sky that lets you come - welcomes you in
takes its heat and sets it within
so that when the sun sets youve got a vision of love inside of you
that you cant forget
but for now ive yet to find both my wings or either for that matter
but i might jump off anyway
you might find me insane - crazy - a loony mad hatter
but you just dont get it do you - no one typically does
see that id rather believe i can lift up into the air
then spend my candle-smoke-life with all the typical care - and lack of dare
ill go naked with only the clouds to wear and wind for my hair
and ill stay up there until the sky falls down and tears me down with it
if she'd even think to try it
she knows i wouldn't dream of it
or imagine leaving a state where my soul sets freeing
where my eyes always seeing something real
something to feel with my toes in the sun - running on its surface for fun
I AM FREE - COME WITH ME
see!
feel!
breathe!
need!
be a girl!
bleed the world out!
take off your clothes and shout!
let the show commence!
it doesnt always have to make sense!
be let go!
be yourself again - open your body back up to what it used to be
back when you used to smile
back when your heart was that of a child
back when - back then
lets go back again
you cant just wish it hard and close your eyes
or click your red shoes and hope you find
yourself back "home" in kansas alone
there is your home!
you belong on the road - on the streets of the sky
where the lanes show you where to go but theyre hardly there
because theres such free air all the time!
look!
there!
go!
you dont need me!
you dont need anything!
just believe and jump and take yourself up
the sun is fading - laying down for the evening
you dont have to much more time
if youre keeping yourself land-locked docked and grounded
cock your engine and shoot up like a star
you finally found it
dont be shocked
when you go and
get your soul
rocked

The Birds Above Lebanon

all hustle and bustle and moving around
here to there with too many sounds
stop. and take a look around
quiet your mind and mouth
above us are wings on wind and poles
the freest souls
and a fire light show to the left
seen through an eyelid cleft
a needle through a thread to make you stop spinning your blind spinning head

you see chaos and dark moving insanity
but there truly is actually dancing and harmony

if you would stop and stare and listen and see and be made aware
just a few minutes to spare and share a moment
with these free dancers
and light in the west
before you've driven yourself to death and there is nothing left
you think you've got so much to do
that you can't enjoy and appreciate what's truly true


movement and music moves you
where motion may not
let them move you back
the way you've almost forgot

soak in chaos - heat up Tejas

to here to there
you must fly across
and, just, stop.
stop this - start that
no more yellow lights to sit at


let you go the wind to blow to whence you still belong
whence and when and where to there you rise to breath your song

to this simple wire to rest your soul upon
be here among the fire of
the birds above Lebanon

for in an instant, they're so suddenly gone...

Pilot Alpha

Everyone in the nest eventually gets pushed out
And learns what it's like to finally fall down
And we wonder around from town to town
Feeling the winds pick up and gusts draft down
But we most never leave the ground we tread
Some don't even take a peek upward
And their eyes are stuck instead
Inside their face - straight out from their head
Pointed at the dirt - slowly dropping what they believe they're worth
They're docked on the floor of the loose-shaking earth

There was one in the nest I was born in - apart from the rest
An egg hatched right next to my bed that slept next to my head
I watched him leave the nest when the time was right
And move on from home here
And caught him a once a while as he roamed near by
Learning what it is truly like to be outside
But as far as he ever was - he always kept by my side
Dusting my feathers - filling up my mind
Having me grow until there was a chance of mine to try
 

On a night not distant from the common evening lite
He sat me down in the nest - me on his left and I on his right
Told me that time had changed and its first delights had already flown on by
That he had walked a long road a long time
That his toes were weary and his legs getting dreary
That someday I might feel the sameness in the flesh of mine
That he'd walked in a straightly line and had never stopped try'n
And even still had come to a red brick wall
That wasn't going to move no matter what his measure of strong
That nothing necessarily wrong
But there was a turning point in the movement of his song
That the wall was so left and right long
And as tall as it could be tall
That he could stand and wait for the wall to fall
But this and no other was the option at all

On this night in words to change all our lives
He told me as time had already flown by
Now was the time to fly
That we're not gifted wings and feathers for no reason
Tethered to be grounded underneath some typical seasoned weather
That he had to scale the wall in flight and go as high as the Almighty would grant his sight
To life off this floor with all his possible might
Not to use his legs anymore
Up and over the wall through a new door
And into a brand new life
To soar

I had never tasted vinegar and honey at the same time before
As I swallowed I was filled with deeper more
Fear and pride and love and excitement
Compassion and courage and anger and peace
All together made me sore and apart ripped me torn
A real smile but real gritted teeth
But in the end a moment I'd never forget to adore
And all this soon distance would bring us closer than many and time before
And look up and love him all the more

And so at the wall he stood
With his eyes on the heavens
Ready to go where he never would

And in that
Through eyes of dew
I saw him - he who I thought I knew
Become someone to even his own - something new
With dust and dew in my eye
This again-born-bird looked up to the sky
And grew new wings
And began a-way to fly

But in the same color of an eye
Before the sun had risen high
I saw him and I
Flying together in the sky

Relinquish

push and pull
tug-o-war
hear me roar and rip the cord
back and forth
more and more
close the door
the end is war

i will soar up on nothing
no tight rope
no bird folk
the sky is my own
wherever i've flown
let the Name be known
the One who's shown the birds how to fly
and never grow to die

let go of the anchored rope and just try
spread your wings and feel the things
floating on air up so high
where everywhere
looks like night

Overcome

To him who overcomes

I will give the right to eat from the tree of life - which is in the paradise of God

He who overcomes 

Will not be hurt at all by the second death

To him who overcomes

I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it - known only to him who receives it

To him who overcomes - and does my will to the end

I will give authority over the nations just as I have received authority from my Father - he will rule them with an iron scepter and he will dash them to pieces like pottery

I will also give him the morning star

He who overcomes

Will be dressed in white. I will never blot out his name from the book of life, but will acknowledge his name before my father and his angels

Him who overcomes

I will make a pillar in the temple of my God. Never again will he leave it. I will write on him the name of my God and the name of the city of my God - the new Jerusalem - which is coming down out of heaven from my God. And I will also write on him my new name

To him who overcomes

I will give the right to sit with me on my throne - just as I overcame and sat down with my Father on His throne.

He who has an ear - let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches 

AMEN

 

[Revelation 2-3]

Pastelli

From afar the storm is art

A shape and form who won't conform to the rules of war

Invading our foreign city

Charging upon the coastal shores of the great divide
But serenity and rocks govern my bride

trotting and laughing at the edge of the tide

giggling at the gigantic invasion of monstrous mountains of water

She is free

Pastelli seized the air

Harnessed an invisible violence beneath her arms

like a toy like a gift

and graced onto its hand

and began to float above the sand

In the corner of her eye the storm's magness began to die

and her teeth became a show for the creation below

A glow began to grow a rose on her eyes

With that the color of her soul was named from the blood in the canvas in the sky

Light shuttered and flushed in her mind

of the death of the past and the night

But her joy was found pouring out her heart this morning

She once did drown and learned to die

and before that once did not even try

But the marks of memory on her left side

prove the victory of the Battle of the Bride

Broken and sinking - her shackles bleeding

And a new brand rose

through the holes in her hands

She is free

Pastelli breathed the water

She finally believed the potter

To drown is to die is to be free is to live is to love

Her dress once was black became blue

and the life and air in her lungs was through

Even the sun had a mask of the horizon

before the glory came true

Her flowy gravestone reminds her of the pain of the night this morning

and the depth of mourning of her eyes pouring from her past

All now gone so fast

The temperature now is roaring

Steam and vapor shooting out from the feet of a pillar standing in the water

reaching a longest stretch down into a nasty abyss

No good could come from darkness and death

No breath is found with the demons of the depth

But not today - not this morning

She is free

Pastelli bleeds the fire

Golden explosion like a rising sun from a coldened ocean

consuming and growing and fusing and showing

that there is One who brings death to life

who's eyes of flames ignited the bones of His pale lover

drenched in a heavy cover

Her heart rages and her skin is red

Her dress is burning in light

Her eyes have spoken and they have said

I once couldn't see but now have sight
I once was grounded but now have flight
By the might of the Sun
my victory has come

Burning flames whipping and snapping and singing

and glowing and growing and spreading

Darkness loses any place to hide

This fire couldn't be put out of it tried

She is vibrant and neon and blinding

Illuminated beyond a power of this remote place

She's just passing through

on her way back to where fire was born

But while she's here she'll open up the fire gates of home
and sing along the melody of the oceans praise of yearning foam
of reaching out unconditionally until PapaDaddy jumps back in the water

Until His breath is blowing beside our windy wings

and He lifts us up once more - our Father of Kings

Once for all and all for One

One for all and all four - one

When the invasion of Kingdom has finished its gallop upon our enemy's shores

and a letter of defeat is signed and sent 

and death is bound in chains forevermore

and buried in graves on the core floor

soon and very soon - the end - my Friend - is near

He is here

and here to burn

She is free

Pastelli leaves the earth

NEVER TO RETURN

Misery Bones

When I am without you

I'm stricken in the skin with 

misery bones

A well in my face pilled with a bucket of dust

The doors split and crack like a baby-boy scribble-draft bubble-fuss

The red rivers running slow and cold

and the current feels old

So deep a grief like a green-barred thief

in the depths of a gully between time and space

I rob you with my own sullen face to your face

You let me rape a mirror holding us

but I lock my look-eyes when the doors are closed

and fantasize of memory-thoughts froze

frozen to be broken

But I keep them cold and held to hold until I thaw

Just a step - toward the raw fire - that the dripping can commense

and soften the bark on my skin and heart

Oh these misery bones need a home in your home

'cause they break and they shake and they're alone

When I am without you