oh, sweet pretender.

oh, sweet pretender!
your lips are so soft
and the sound of your voice
reminds me that i'm better off
chasing quietly after you
so no one notices when i'm gone.

how long will this go on?
will your work ever be done?
will i ever feel like i belong?
i cling to you when disaster comes,
forgetting to seek the face of my God
as if i didn't even need him.
well.
now i know i need him.
i curse him, spit in his face
day after day
asking him where he was when i need him most.

but instead of searching,
i turn back to you
you give me just what i'm looking for.
you make me swell with pride,
and make me satisfied
in the things i always thought were lies

later, i hear a whisper in my ear.
it tells me to turn around, so i do
i leave everything behind
i head to the west,
leaving you, sweet pretender
and all of the empty promises
that you convinced me were the best.

i found the best,
but the best thing about the best
is that it's only the beginning

Empty Sunshine Shining Through

The sun is shining
My skin is crawling
My eyes are burning
My heart is yearning.

Seasons are changing
From hot to cold
And the sun is drifting
A little bit father away
With every passing day.

I'm stuck in the dreary abyss
Where the sun shines,
But it's cold on my skin
I wonder if I'll ever feel its warmth again.
Like, maybe it will sink down
Behind the mountains one last time
Reflecting a vast array of blues, pinks, yellows and greens
Leaving me to dream dreams
Of days that will never be.

So here I will sit, perched upon a mountaintop
Waiting patiently for my friend
To warm my skin and make me feel whole again.

But,
Until then,
Here I'll sit,
And here I'll stay.

Stop Asking Questions

Questions are valuable.

Without any questions, we wouldn’t see anything beyond what we already know.

But the thing about questions is, when you ask too many, you get stuck.

Why did my father leave us?

Why did my sister have to die?

Why doesn’t anyone help that homeless man?

Why don’t people get treated fairly in an age where equality is such a big deal?

Why is the court system so corrupt?

Why are there earthquakes?

Why isn’t there any healing?

Why am I even here?

How do you love people who are in a place where they are supposed to bring justice to the people without the freedom to speak for themselves?

How do you penetrate such a mighty fortress that is layered with hatred, bitterness, anger and disappointment?

How do you love someone who gives people punishment beyond what is required, just because he thinks they deserve it?

You stop asking questions.

Stop asking the questions that hinder you from making changes.

Don’t ask

            How do you love the man who brings injustice?

Ask

            Why should I love the man who brings injustice?

Changing the face of the question will change the face of the man.