~El Niña~

I've paid the price.
Though all I got was lies.
I've paid the price.
To look into these eyes.

I would still you.
If you would let me be with you.
I would still you.
If you would let me see to you.

But all I see is happiness.
My eyes shame away.
You've knocked down every and last defense.
As my heart melts way.

If I took that step,
Would it turn into a fight?
Could I even take that step...
Though try as I might,

Because my hands are shaking so hard,
And my legs feel like paste.
Would this be a happy decision?
Or one to lay waste?

You are the only one my heart melts for!
I would die for you!
You are the only one I can show my weakness to.
I would change my life for you.
My biggest question is...
Could I give you the love your due?
Because you're due so much love.

No one means more to me then you,
You should know...
You've captured my curiosity,
And hold my love in tow.

You've gently held my heart.

~Track~

I have one mind,
And it won't stop thinking of one thought.
I have one mind,
And it won't stop thinking.
Making me sick...
Because I know I'd give up anything for safety.
Just for clarity in one persons life.
Two eyes, strands of hair, and one mind.
And I can't stop thinking.
Between creases digits tap away my thoughts.
In time lightly reddened doors will part...
And everything will spew forth.
Everything I've kept hidden for so long.
And I can't stop thinking.
I can't stop this thinking.

~Winter Sleep~

In winter heads do lay.
In wait for the day of may.
Grace is the thought of life.
Layers exposed to a knife.
Cut me open, Break my skin.
Expose my heart, hard as tin.
Smash it open, Let you in.
Fill this wound, No room for sin.

Winter rains down.
Snow from Heaven.
We're sleeping.
Dreaming.
And lost in our decay.
Another heart left to die,
Before reaching the month of may.
Let me stay. Let me stay.
So that I may.
Even now... I may.

Breath.
Slow.
Winter.
Snow.
laughs,
and Screams.
But the sun brightly gleams

Yellow light upon our face.
Do we squint to shut out this grace?
Yellow light upon our skin.
God save us from the shape we're all in.

~Boxing Rags; Full Of Blood~

How did I get here?
In the lonley you're never near.
I steal these words from another mans lips,
To show that I still know you with these quips.
But you're my stranger.
My empty chair.
The exact reason why I'm here and never there.
Between the feelings of being wanted and never had.
Between the reasons of never wanting... thats too bad.
I can't even write a song without you!
You're my breath, my water, my food to chew.
And I'm lost!
I'm so very lost.
So heres another elementary poem to replace your grace.
Another mixed up rhymn,
To fill this lonley time.
With no trace.
Of you.
No trace of you.

Can we never even aspire to dirty rags for you?
God one more... one more and I'll be lost forever.
Don't let me die with that word on your lips.
Don't let me die with the word "never".

These Boxing rags are full of blood.
Here's my dirty offering to you.
The cost of my life drips from every cotton strand.
The cost I've paid to recieve this brand.
The one that says I'm yours,
And sooner or later I'll be with you.

"Love you get over in two months,
Big love you get over in two years,
And great love,
Well great love... Changes your life."
...
"When great love is rejected something in a man dies."

~Angelica~
-Win a date with Tad Hamilton-

~Hero~

The world is tired of endless stories of sin,
life failing, and ultimately grace.
The world sighs as another man stands at the podium,
Only to profess how he lost face.
Grieve with me...
While we watch our strongest men fall to shame.
Grieve with me...
While we fill our fallen's list with another name.

It's not achievable we say.
It's not achievable, Christ will just have to pay.
And we believe that to this day...
We keep believing it 'till this day.

We need a hero to see.
To show us what we can be.
Remind me, Christ never died to die again.
Remind me, that we actually can be dead to our sin.

But no one can remind me,
Save for a hero... It's true.
No one can remind me.
So I'll be reminding you...

We need a hero,
Who has never dipped his hand in that bowl.
We need a hero.
God knows we need a hero.

(I see everyday, men who profess their sexual sin. And we accept it because God forgave it. I see preachers, pastors, deacons, and friends.
But where are the ones who have never fallen in that area?
Where are our hero's? The ones that show us "yes! It can actually be done!")