Walk Among the clouds tonight

Come and walk among the clouds tonight, where everything's ok,
Come and see the pretty city lights, from where i, for one, must stay,
Journey down that restful road, with burdens, none, and less the load,
Where all must come, yet all alone, inside this blissful night.

See this gentle quiet night, with ever drawing dawn,
See our hearts, these birds of flight, here, and still foregone,
Past the call of every world, our minds, our own, but all inswirled,
These clouds beyond all sight, these clouds of distant night.

Watch the tale thats been untold, removed from mind's understanding,
Watch this map of words unfold, this falling crash, love's soft landing,
This whisper of our future rising, often grasped though every twist surprising,
Our hands with bitter bite, this timid lurking night,

Tell this far off distant fright, to one who's heart has preheard,
Tell of great and fearful height, which is real, yet beyond all word,
Call softly, ever softly, with each syllable do herd, all with every action, of what has been inferred,
A place where each wight contrite, will fear that distant night,

Go with me to this place of might, where I long to be,
Go without a fear of light, and all that all will see,
Let go of all your treasured past, a tale of hurt that will not last,
Where all will be made right, this loving peaceful night,

Now hurry now! you rushing winds. Hurry now! you whispered friend,
Oh clouds that hearts ignite, Oh clouds rush in tonight,
Oh clouds my hearts delight, oh clouds of darkest night.

Snow...

I see the snow,
Falling fast and sleek,
How it comes, I can not know,
Floating high and flying low,
So cold, and light, and weak,

Racing through an alley,
Turning round a bend,
These flakes, they do not dally,
As they run to reach their tally,
Melting drifts with holes to mend,

These simple little snow flakes,
Tiny glints of moon's soft light,
Falling down in vast white lake,
Leaving nothing in its wake,
But quite, peaceful night,

A gleam of flying fairy ships,
On wings of star shaped hearts,
Falling down on graceful trips,
With out a pause for plan or scripts,
Each dive a graceful art,

Where do these crystals come from?
Where do they make their berth?
These little tiny snowman crumbs,
Each without out thought of what they become,
As they glide down to the earth,

Every flake a blessing,
None ever the same,
Every touch expressing,
Love and hope's caressing,
Through every cold and bitter pain.

Songs about rain....

Falling Sleek and smooth,
On my window pane,
Each driving in his grove,
And then merging with a lane,

Falling in my sand box,
Grabbing at every grain,
Trickling through the time washed rocks,
Like sand through time's vast drain,

Gathering as its falling,
Every scent the same,
And then through soft lawn a crawling,
Leaving a freshness none can name,

It lashes out in quiet,
A roaring, soaking flame,
And draws back its haunting riot,
exclusive and untamed,

It pours out in a thunder,
Dipplets of no acclaim,
And then in silent wonder,
ceases its fluctuated game,

A drizzle light and dreary,
A river without stain,
A cloud weepy and weary,
This hidden power without strain,

In a flash of distant lightning,
These tear drops never wane,
The sudden brightness isn't as frightening,
as the darkness that stays the same,

Who can understand thee?
Blowing ever about with my weather vane,
No mind can seek to map thee,
Your ways beyond any brain,

You fall on each in equal,
On plane, on car, on train,
And ever there's a sequel,
Blood of heaven's vein,

You never seem to falter,
Endless gordian chain,
You fall without an alter,
Onto pleasure, onto pain,

We chalks of people muddle,
To a sidewalk's woven grain,
All tossed in a great puddle,
Of dreams and futures slain,

Why won't you ever leave me?
Cruel and taunting rain,
Please don't ever leave me,
Changing, moving rain...

Take a look...its in a book....my discombobulated pooem...

Eyes whisper so soft,
Things said so oft,
Pulling back many threads,
In a Gulliver's web,

I fear an invisible corpse,
It twists and it warps,
No eyes ever seeing,
My crystalline being,

Hiding in tight woven fence,
My cave deep and dense,
I'll be saving no Fridays,
Enshroud in my ways,

My memories set,
my stories, every fret,
The fahrenheit rises,
But this library has no suprises,

Fighting my faces,
And running my races,
I run and I ride,
But can't leave my jekyll, my hyde,

Facing haunting times,
My thoughts and my rhymes,
A letter my own,
A 'C' little shown,

I can't build my own house,
For life falls, each heavy douse,
My friends easily tear through the guilt,
And now in their corner it's built,

Its speaking now, my hidden tongue,
My potrait painted, but not yet hung,
All may melt yet to meaningless blur,
But in my head, still all's astir,

Fear my mind and its dark lurkings,
A tree in torment, its words unnerving,
Seeking to be heard anew,
But the pain it takes will be heard by few.

On the phone...A song-breaking out my hip-hop skillz, lol

I see the people walking,
people walking by,
I hear the people talking,
they don't look me in the eye,
and I- hope that you-- won't pass me by,
and I- hope that you-- won't say goodbye,
As I sit in your presence---...on the phone,

On the phone!
Listening to gentle dial tone,
Beeeeeeep is your pretty moan,
tearing me with meaning unknown,
your response to the heartfelt words i've sown
As I sit in your presence...on the phone

I feel your heart a beating,
Mine is beating too,
I'm longing for a meeting,
a one with me and you,
And I- hear you say-- just what i try
And I- don't hear you say-- that long goodbye
As I sit in your presence---...on the phone

On the phone!
Listening to your music drone,
Voice like a bottle of sweet cologne,
Anger like a fierce cyclone,
You talk to me and I don't feel alone,
As I sit in your presence...on the phone

I love to hear you whisper,
'please hang up and try again"
I can't bear the thought of,
you near other other men,
And I-know your heart--you've gave me the sign,
And I-know your heart--longs to be next to mine,
As I sit in your presence---...on the phone

On the Phone!
For wrong numbers dailed, I feel atoned,
I won't take another clone,
Its you I want, you alone
I think of you, you are my own,
Sweet, sweet lady...on the phone!

Not a poem. I know crazy.

Galations 5:6 The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.


So then, how does faith express itself through love? James 2:14-25 tells us that "faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead." Therefore the expression of faith is through an outward action. Just as the expression of the "feeling" of repentance is the action of removing sinfulness from ones life, so the expression of the "feeling" of faith is action of love. We can not trully repent without that action, and we can not trully have faith without loving. It is through God's expression of the "feeling" of love for us(ephesians 2:4) that we are redemed by the action of love, Christ's death on the cross(1 john 3:16), and through our expression of our "feeling" of the acceptence of redemption, we are redeemed by the expression of faith, that is shown by our action of love, obedience to God(john 14:15). Therefore our redemption does not remove the law, but rather through the expression of our redemption, it is upheld(romans 3:31).

To be continued....