The streets I walk are filled with eyes
There are persons passing me by, people I bypass
There are souls alive I barely ever know, soles that thread snappily, or sluggishly
There are paces to lives, faces to size up, twice as many thumbprints as there are lives lived
But for figures, I could have been more careful
Numbers are a forgetful label, worse than trashing from form to stale stones
Peebles, dull reflection painting grey versions of life into mental existence
So hasty, hectic, flip flap, floppy, rushed,  trivial, near-invisible thread
Worthless, like nothingness, pointless

In thinking, I trace translucence, character traits bouncing off us all
Faith raises the life high, to leave sighs and resigned shrugs behind
Fate raises no consequence, save for no movement, radical apathy
How do we marry these, for it is the gospel of the postmodern, the great desolation
The flowering into desert, vitality so safe, so speculative, so passive, violently inactive
Wed these, weld vigorous franticness into deterministic want of meaning
Out comes plenty talk of love, of inspiration, of human sympathy
Out flows pitiable desperateness of inward cries for more than tortuous sameness
While we still bypass the passer-by
While we address the rest by avoiding their eyes
Their souls
Our souls too

Back we go to what makes us joyful
Not what catches fancy while lights still die out
To rediscover the thing that makes us thick, the who, what and why of living
When I finally stop to say “hi”, to place it a long way before “bye”
When the best I give is more than a glance, a stare, a shallow inquiry
When my eyes fixed on yours is a driving together to bond
My gaze on you is part of a probe into you, to find your concern, to find you
Instead of excusing my neglect of heavenly duty for shyness or tight routine
For we only have a while to love up the imperfect towards perfection
To be disrupter of dark bitter severed state
To help melt stony hearts, giving life in place of wasteful slumber
For none is too difficult a subject to face with Christlike involvement
Whether to relieve, to reform, or to snatch out of the fire.

Love
Its the weirdest thing man never fully knows, very slyly insults
The big wide need of the universe, counterfeited too much to simply see
But I thought we shared in it while we sat under the tree, together
The age blew gusts of ascending feelings, launched us up above gravity
The thing tingling in me with your eyes’ gaze nailed on mine
Our lives so drawn into us, we said we’ll never end, we’ll never age, fade
Heaven must be love infinite, God’s eternity the unimaginable bettering of this thing spectacular
Pictures flew easily in and out, about our circular lock, hands held, to stay
I was so happy

Today, the grasses stand in the sun, slitting its rays to million bits
Taller than me, as I sit and stare into the distance, the riviera of my dreams
I’m longing, just wishing and waiting and wanting, along these lines, blades
Where I am is an afternoon time of jammed lines, gibberish signs, mines
Dead traffic and obstacles, an infinite distance
I’m too far away from you, and its hard to take
I’m so near you, but my sight has failed enough to obscure your figure
I try to fight my way through to you, but with every step, the miles grow longer
With every breath, I sense the end of life is near
Why should I be far away from you, my dearest love?
Pain spasms rip through my heart, my cry roars across the plains, spans
A melancholy wail raises the dust, rides on as winds carry through
You can be found, surely you can, my lost love, my love lost!
My heart is bleeding, dying slowly, scares me to death
come running, I’m fallen, barely breathing now, fast losing hope!

There’s nothing like the thundering of the earth, the shaking underneath feet
Not the grand display I fancied would fit your return, my coming home
But its fine, all’s right, you’re finally here again
Love has not died, the cosmos’s still held together, the authentic has won
I cannot now be ecstatically wild, play high emotion for the unveiling of you
But I smile humbly, give up the chase, the run away, obscuring struggle
Landing into you, happy to forget I’m grown
I’m a child, its great, I’ve found truth
We have clashed, I’ve lost, you’ve won me over.

Crosswords that point us homewards, our lives, as stacks of scenes
I’m stuck in the middle, spindles that spawn yarns across here, there, the between the fabric sweeping
I’m the man now, boy was, sage intending, will be, God willing
Or else, disillusioned, despaired, desperate, death-like thirst, request
There’s here, sparks flying from me, strings spring through, multiple crosses, sent forthwith
There’s there, stuck to me, attached yet departing from, friends, foes, part of life
Other worlds, words said tell of them, of other minds
They think, seem similar, yet so varied, vacillating between vicissitudes
Like me, they recount times, temporal, they envision the eternal
At times I smile and muse about mushy themes, things about these realms
Its fine when they help me out, when they make my life like tasty tapestry
Its other times when they lay my longings waste, ruin my rites, rent my robes
The implication is that I lose love for connectivity and social medium
I crumple into a shapeless ball of fury-bathed porcupine
I let go of the big picture, the us-fixture, the bio-psycho-mixture
Discuss turns discourse, then tends to inveigle, to ride on polemic, phillipic
Tear away, well up with tears, raining astray courses upon face
Return to dull single soul bubble

The other parts of “things” apart from “I” and “T” for “these”, I’ll read
The breezy steads, busy streets, snaking strips of city traffic
There’s more, about birds whistling, about dears browsing, about goats bleating
The whole life of nature, the whole spice of meteors driving as though to strike grasslands
The awe I find, of the days that slowly pass, the joys and pains that relit my head’s lightbulb

If life was just for me, it’ll be free of fast heartbeats, in need of every other thing
I’ll walk through nothingness, be lost in blank bland coldness
Weightless, valueless, not linked, without springs, without wintery excitement
But here, what I do is the extension of another’s life story
What I see is the unfolding of days seen
by me and others
If only we can meet to stick together, let the portions of our thoughts and walk merge again
If only we understand one as a piece, and all as part of a puzzle
Fix these perfectly by letting our strengths be gifts to each other
Let our faults be filled in by other’s love, until we all are collectively strong
If only we abandon the frame of mind that revolves around “me”
If Christ’s self is all we could be birthed into
One person at a time
Then all of us for all of eternity
If only.

We  all were once standing in this congregation
So excited to see what’s next in preparation
For what we do not know
Uncertainties of life
Strugglings  yet unsure of
With both fingers crossed and in our thoughts
And still here in   wonder of what’s next
The confidence we have gained, the mistakes we’ve made
Trying to appear again as “up next”
In line with the hope for a different result “yes”
Not  to be as crime but prime
Within  our hearts are dreams and goals
All mixed with stories untold
Still with our heads up for what’s not
The official guest did not show up
The now immortalized mortal is dead
And so,  our hope “dropped dead
Seeking for something..or someone
Who fills the emptiness we feel
That thirst, that hunger
That has driven many to  the yonder, the yawning hell
With many jogging down there
Trying to love to fill it
But it ends up in lust,hate and war
With the things that seems tangible in our hands
Slipping away through our fingers
Grasping for all these
Like a man gasping for his last breath
Oh the feeling
That even the air we breathe is toxic
To our hearts
Causing an uncontrolled cough of hurt and anger
Still the emptiness is
What can we do to live at peace?
Though we don’t show it
But this is it!
Well, doesn’t this statement ring a bell?
The men that Peter words held
Not just Peter, but Philip as well
What can we do to be saved?
And be free from this disease worse than AIDS
The God-void syndrome
Without Him,
As empty a drum is
So shall you be
In Him you find wonderful discoveries and more
It is just a change of mind from the crow to the eagle that soars
To accept defeat of flesh
And the feet of Him instead
To the belief of all possibilities
And secured destinies
To rest in real peace
The reason to seek

All written in a mysterious love letter
Inspired by my best friend, HolySpirit
Surprised right?
That’s what happens
When what you step into all seems bright!
…
….fini!