Hot Air Balloon

It’s seven-fifty-nine.
I’m feeling kinda fine.
Deep, deep down inside,
I found a rhythm and I
Won’t keep these blues in line.
Gonna check my soothsaying and find
I had a clue stuck in my eye.
Sawdust, wood-plank grind,
Kinda atmospheric, detrimental to eyesight.

I’ve got bigger things to be
Than the sadness likes to sell to me.
I’m unhidden, now I guess I wanna breathe.
Deepest water cave that I have ever seen.
I thought that I would never get out of this cheap,
Slapshod coffin shack, lying in the dark, roast like coffee beans.
Dirt gets under nails and it’s distracting like weak tea.
Digging with my diverse shovel like I’m all entitled to my bravery.

My cat doesn’t like when I rap.
Guess her beauty sleep is more important than my stacks,
I don’t like interruptions, but I’m kinda glad
That I have some company, these morning nights get sad.
Somebody call the bartender so I can pop a tab.
Cigarettes attend the brooding, masochistic man,
And drifting smoke entitles us to conversation scraps.

I’ve got bigger things to be
Than the sadness likes to sell to me.
I’m unhidden, now I guess I wanna breathe.
Deepest water cave that I have ever seen.
I thought that I would never get out of this cheap,
Slapshod coffin shack, lying in the dark, roast like coffee beans.
Dirt gets under nails and it’s distracting like weak tea.
Digging with my diverse shovel like I’m all my bravery.

Pull me tight like I’m a ratchet,
Click it back, I’m reattaching,
Fit just right like vines on lattice,
Winding ’round like snowprint patterns,
Climbing high so sunlight matters.
Tubers underperform, hope might shatter,
Blossoms are essential, even overcomers scatter,
Discussion isn’t medicine when you’re walking under ladders.

I’ve got bigger things to be
Than the sadness likes to sell to me.
I’m unhidden, now I guess I wanna breathe.
Deepest water cave that I have ever seen.
I thought that I would never get out of this cheap,
Slapshod coffin shack, lying in the dark, roast like coffee beans.
Dirt gets under nails and it’s distracting like weak tea.
Digging with my diverse shovel like I’m all my bravery.

I could be a hot air balloon.
Fly so high I make you swoon.
I could billow hot air, my unhappy tune,
Or I could just there, basking in the afternoon.
Sunshine is a drenching of what means better for you.
Picnic blanket suits the grassy meadow more than boots.
Quiet streams of water keep the lily colours true,
Apple trees make shade and ample supply of fruit.

I’ve got bigger things to be
Than the sadness likes to sell to me.
I’m unhidden, now I guess I wanna breathe.
Deepest water cave that I have ever seen.
I thought that I would never get out of this cheap,
Slapshod coffin shack, lying in the dark, roast like coffee beans.
Dirt gets under nails and it’s distracting like weak tea.
Digging with my diverse shovel like I’m all my bravery.

Dangerous

I used to drive a car with “Dangerous”
In stickers on the driver side window, rust
Ate my exhaust, muffler was ridiculous.
I could terrify people in big trucks,
Drop it in neutral, put my foot on the floor.
Let my ’94 Nissan belt a lion’s roar.
Driver side locks liked to keep me outdoors,
But a careful, flying fist set the score.
Unlocked the door, got me in the car.
Less abrasively than karagana bark
Where I parked the go-kart,
Airtime, foot-slam, wheelie depart.
Where did he go, does someone have the chart?
Last I looked, the engine wouldn’t start.

Spend a day
In a greenhouse away,
Take your pick,
Lots of fruit today.
Spend today
In a quiet place away,
No more danger plays,
Take what’s upcoming, faith
Does not underestimate.
You will celebrate.

Climbing trees like fallen leaves
The wind picked up and tossed in glee,
Tire swing lets little ones see
What’s higher than the taller’s knee.
Dig in dirt, make earthworm tea.
Childhood adventure makes messy neat.
Hiding under robes from Mercy’s seat.
Let the weak and lonely know Jesus hears.
Outcasts hope for more than tears.
There’s a place yet where we’re free.

Spend a day
In a greenhouse away,
Take your pick,
Lots of fruit today.
Spend today
In a quiet place away,
No more danger plays,
Take what’s upcoming, faith
Does not underestimate.
You will celebrate.

Sliding into ditches
And making Christmas wishes.
Snow forts in the winter
Make the long dark nights less bitter.
Playing games together,
Not so boring for the weather.
Minus thirty is a measure
Of how brothers best each other.
Skateboard ramps take up the summer,
And swimming in the lake makes mowing lawns so worth it.

Spend a day
In a greenhouse away,
Take your pick,
Lots of fruit today.
Spend today
In a quiet place away,
No more danger plays,
Take what’s upcoming, faith
Does not underestimate.
You will celebrate.

empty night

I’m deleting my accounts,
And I’m going for a walk.
Far by foot, far west to mountains.
I got it wrong, wrong again.
I’m going for a long, long walk.
Maybe you won’t hear from me no more.
Maybe you won’t hear from me no more…

Prismic Chance

Building contractor makes a quick buck.
Incoming disaster overcomes luck.
Fixated horse racers turn left or go bust.
Diabolic social representatives duck
Under swinging crystal chandelier stuff
Like Miracle Whip, conversational mistrust.
Waltz the dancers until they’re done,
Tambouriners stake out corners and have fun.
Dandelions picked, fistfuls of childhood love.
Echoes in the chamber, let the drummer run.

Because the skirts spin to fans,
And there’s coats on the stand.
Nobody lends a hand,
But they stamp their feet like mad.
Candlelight keeps shadows glad,
But reflective mirrors can’t
Achieve more than a prismic glance.
A cheap door to cataclysmic chance,
Just leave behind storehouses of macabre brands.

So I’ma check the rope,
Skip out on the drones,
I’m done with finding bones,
Sneak upstairs, creep all alone,
Master of the house must keep a quiet cove,
Nobody is close, but I’m feeling kinda cold.
Carpet got unrolled without a care in the world.
Trip and a fall and that’s all you need to know.
Thunder and a crash, that’s all that they heard below.

Because the skirts spin to fans,
And there’s coats on the stand.
Nobody lends a hand,
But they stamp their feet like mad.
Candlelight keeps shadows glad,
But reflective mirrors can’t
Achieve more than a prismic glance.
A cheap door to cataclysmic chance,
Just leave behind storehouses of macabre brands.

It’s gonna be okay.
Yeah.
It’s gonna be okay.
Yeah.

Hallway both ways before me.
I’ll wait until I can see,
I hit my head and my knee,
So I think I might sit here.
For a bit, just for a minute,
Lemme get back from where I was spinning.
Winning, my head’s unhinging,
Is it normal to see songbirds building bridges?
Been a while since I could think straight.
Kindled up thin sticks that I break.
Making funny lines like I’m great,
But hoping all the time that I’m not fake.

Because the skirts spin to fans,
And there’s coats on the stand.
Nobody lends a hand,
But they stamp their feet like mad.
Candlelight keeps shadows glad,
But reflective mirrors can’t
Achieve more than a prismic glance.
A cheap door to cataclysmic chance,
Just leave behind storehouses of macabre brands.

But I found a helping hand.
Just when I thought i couldn’t stand.
Guess the quiet cove contained a Man
Who understood my tumbling crash
Was more than an annoying noise to gnash
At inside, no to Him I guess I wasn’t bad.
No scolding of my skipping ropes, instead he gave a glass
Of a cold, refreshing something from a flask.

Because the skirts spin to fans,
And there’s coats on the stand.
Nobody lends a hand,
But they stamp their feet like mad.
Candlelight keeps shadows glad,
But reflective mirrors can’t
Achieve more than a prismic glance.
A cheap door to cataclysmic chance,
Just leave behind storehouses of macabre brands.

Burnt Mirror Pane

Shadow shapes,
Swiveled haste,
Scribbled rage,
Soliloquized days,
Scattered links of fallen chains,
Splashing ink across the page.
Skittering sentient rays
Oh, some day soon, I’ll praise.

I’ll put you on logs and set you aflame.
Push you out into the lake
Adrift you’ll shimmer in the haze.
I’m gonna watch your distant blaze,
Burning planks of driftwood raise
What’s left of you to sunset glaze.
Shivered timbers above mirrored panes.
Now you’re smoke, and I’m okay.

Days that end on time
Are worth a lot more than old wine.
Staying where you’re started finds
That growing up takes all your life
Tickety-tock, these gears unwind,
Turning clocks go ’round keeping time.
Stagger from this turnstile line,
Hold the door, I’m getting the lights.

I’ll put you on logs and set you aflame.
Push you out into the lake
Adrift you’ll shimmer in the haze.
I’m gonna watch your distant blaze,
Burning planks of driftwood raise
What’s left of you to sunset glaze.
Shivered timbers above the lake.
Now you’re smoke, and I’m okay.

There was a point to the brush,
Dedication might produce much,
But I have found that I can’t touch
The things I want with a seven-foot crutch.
No, I’m better off walking without
And suddenly finding that good just comes about.
Guess I’ll leave old desires in the mud.
Change is inevitable, but not too difficult.

I’ll put you on logs and set you aflame.
Push you out into the lake
Adrift you’ll shimmer in the haze.
I’m gonna watch your distant blaze,
Burning planks of driftwood raise
What’s left of you to sunset glaze.
Shivered timbers above the lake.
Now you’re smoke, and I’m okay.

There’s too much that’s gone
For me to stand well on my own.
I found out that I could hold
Maybe one thing if I stood
Really still, but the undercurrent stole
My footing, burnt my hands on the rope.
Now I’m just wondering if there’s one thing I won’t
Get wrong today, or tomorrow I’ll mope.

I’ll put you on logs and set you aflame.
Push you out into the lake
Adrift you’ll shimmer in the haze.
I’m gonna watch your distant blaze,
Burning planks of driftwood raise
What’s left of you to sunset glaze.
Shivered timbers above the lake.
Now you’re smoke, and I’m okay.

Since I asked Him, Jesus stayed.
Been thinking lately like I have no faith.
Maybe it’s more like my back hurts–I’m clay,
I am not here to argue, please don’t hesitate,
Dear Potter, let Your work be done today,
Just like tomorrow will, and yesterday.

I had a chat with the medicine man.
He thought to imply that I couldn’t stand
On my own without his helping hand.
I told him, “Back off, you assume that I can
Be less than when I am when I have help,
I’m not Somebody because of pain at all,
But it’s my Saviour Who heard me call.”
Medicine men don’t take that well.

I’ll put you on logs and set you aflame.
Push you out into the lake
Adrift you’ll shimmer in the haze.
I’m gonna watch your distant blaze,
Burning planks of driftwood raise
What’s left of you to sunset glaze.
Shivered timbers above the lake.
Now you’re smoke, and I’m okay.

I only meant to give this to You.
Lord, I’m wrong, but what did i do?
I offered my all up in truth,
Desperate, but earnest too.
And what did i get back from You?
Oh, You give so much, renew
My broken mind so I believe too.

Why should I doubt Your love
When You already sent Your Son?
But I feel crushed,
I guess it’s stress,
But it feels more like duress.

Whining, whinging, why me, wine
Tastes intoxicatingly fine,
But I want more than I’ve ever tried,
And I am tired of being retired.
Please re-fire this flame of mine,
I know You already know the right time.

Jesus, You’re worthy of praise.
You’ve done more than I can contain.
My whole life, I waited in vain
For my own way to come out and play.
When it did, all the way,
I just wanted to run away…
Now I’m made.
A picture frame.
And the painting isn’t great.
Please help me unbreak.
You’re a miracle that I’m saved,
I feel fearful, but hopeful today.
Please help me to wait…
And also not to break…?

Now it’s a day later and I wonder why You didn’t.
I’ve got a black eye, I don’t understand, I bit it.
I lost my mind and went berserk, I did this.
Not You, just me, can I be forgiven?
I didn’t want to produce lumpy-headed misery.
Bible says it’s fools that harbour anger deep inside, it’s greed,
And I only want You, please listen to me.
Oh Jesus, I need Your peace.

To let go
Is wonderful,
And to feel hope
Is like bicycle spokes.
Love doesn’t let go,
And mercy always flows
From the heavenly throne
Where it’s God alone
Who’s worthy of song.
So don’t hold on
To what’s bound to be gone,
And remember to run;
Endurance, just go on.

He’s worthy.
I am thirsty.
He gives mercy,
Gives new birth, He
Won’t give up on me.
I will always be
In His arms so free,
Jehovah God is holy.
And loyal to heal.
The thief comes to steal,
Kill, destroy with zeal,
Ruin everything,
But Jesus is King,
And I will honour His Name.

Ramble

Ohhhh, you ready?
I’m coming atcha heavy.
Punch attacking like a bevy.
Creaking open like a levy,
Gonna spit these lines so busy.
Go ahead, yeah, call me crazy.
I’ll spin in mud, I’ll see through hazy,
Foggy windows streaked with clay, sweep
Fingerprint on greasy panes, leave
Me to my ditch, hope you’re praying.
My penitence won’t keep me waiting.
Jesus heard my heart’s frustration.
I was down and out, berated.
Mercy found it’s way here. ////
So I’m gonna skip the break,
Chorus is too cool to drape
Over open space like picture frames,
I’ma take my leave, encourage lame
Wandering but valiant kings
To be one day, in heaven we’ll sing.
‘Til that time comes when we’ll praise His Name,
Nothing will overcome, He’s our King. ¥¥
Spend a little less time
Inside the corridors of my mind
Or contentedness might rewind
And then I forget to remind
Myself that I am revived.
Shaking dust from sleepy eyes,
It’s like waking up in bullet time.
Kick along to rhythms, introversion lines,
Hightop sneaks with ragged laces, fine.
Softer soles accommodate in no time.
Transpose Messiah’s hope to soulful cry.
Oh! So much more than we could’ve sighed. ///
Chorus is too cool to drape
Over open space like picture frames,
I’ma take my leave, encourage lame
Wandering but valiant kings
To be one day, in heaven we’ll sing.
‘Til that time comes when we’ll praise His Name,
Nothing will overcome, He’s our King. ¥¥
Dutifully prudent, I’m
Stewarding my dubious,
Delicately fraggamented inside mind of kinds.
I’m not all fine,
More like Jack-O lantern smiles,
Hockey sticks break on my thigh
When I don’t turn at the right time.
Lessons learned the hard way find
A place that they can grow inside.
Laughter runs through my heart like a bass line. ///
Chorus is too cool to drape
Over open space like picture frames,
I’ma take my leave, encourage lame
Wandering but valiant kings
To be one day, in heaven we’ll sing.
‘Til that time comes when we’ll praise His Name,
Nothing will overcome, He’s our King. ¥¥
Morning nights creep by like sly
Salamanders, shimmering, flit from sight.
Ferrets bite your finger if you’re careless of their plight,
If the quiet screams, take time,
You are not alone tonight.
Jesus died to make it right.
Then He rose again, locked hell up tight.
Seated in heaven, His might
Is more than anything we could write.
Or imagine, this song’s trite. ///
Chorus is too cool to drape
Over open space like picture frames,
I’ma take my leave, encourage lame
Wandering but valiant kings
To be one day, in heaven we’ll sing.
‘Til that time comes when we’ll praise His Name,
Nothing will overcome, He’s our King. ¥¥
So I’m kinda done with my
Bashing down of building blocks so I
Can understand the answers to my constant asking “why?”,
I’m not adherent to the kind of thinking that this adversary lies.
Let’s exchange pain distraction for the passion of His eyes.
Mercy triumphs over judgement when Jesus’ rule arrives. ///
Chorus is too cool to drape
Over open space like picture frames,
I’ma take my leave, encourage lame
Wandering but valiant kings
To be one day, in heaven we’ll sing.
‘Til that time comes when we’ll praise His Name,
Nothing will overcome, He’s our King. ¥¥
There’s a breeze.
Not like ease,
Exactly, but there’s peace.
Hopeful of well-being,
That we can’t even comprehend.
But He says He’ll be
Closer than we can see,
And He says that we
Get to dictate history
If we lean upon His knee,
If we just sit at His feet.
Just sit at His feet.