Bloodrunner

John 15:13 Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.



Didn't know that when I let you in it would be a constant bleed
Love is felt here, and love can kill
especially when the blade enters and splits open...
7 months set up for a spill

penetrated deep

Don't press it 'gainst a tree
Life was so carefree before I was hunted
For sport, not meat
For game, not heat

Can't get far, bleeding love.
Why do I believe you?

(Meaning: lovers lie and it rips your heart out to know you were used. At this point, I am in a cycle of receiving excuses and forgiving and forgiving, when I wish I had just gotten away.)

Knew Me

I.
There's nothing new about ignored calls
Crossed phone lines
Busy signals and missing depth

It's times like these when I wish
my emotions, I could lock up in a bottle
and throw away

What brings me here today
Checking your Facebook page
Have you found another?
And another?

If you'd said something, it'd be simple,
but your silence is like new temple
no worshipers, useless and empty


II.
It's like the light I set up
before I go to sleep because I am afraid
that someone has been peeping in my window
I want to see them, so I keep it on
they always crash outside and get away
I know they've seen me
I wonder if they knew me at some point

At least they come around sometimes
knocking
I never welcomed them into my bedroom
like I welcomed you
But you stood still
They stand still and look
The reaction is the same, in a furious
rage we plan to gun them down

Wish love wasn't so volatile
wish I could extract it
every time I felt it excreting somewhere in my brain
I would trap it
And wrap it up
And give it away
To some young lover, that knows it's use,
Yes, they would use it well.

III.

My Magnificent God of Heaven
Has not touched the hairs that are
falling from my head with new speed
now that I am again alone

My Magnificent God of Heaven
Sits in a silence I know too well
letting me feel what he felt
this hell of love without Him

My Magnificent God of Heaven
Knows the sighs, the woes, of having--
not having, be your meditation
and He waits

I think I can write now

I think I can right now, but what about later...
I feel like I've been Obama slapped with all the closed doors
slammed shut
And it's funny, I thought I knew Your will
without asking

Give me my monthly bread, I don't want to have to wait on You everyday,
and You don't always speak
YahuShua - Jehoshua
What is your name!

Well...there at the Oasis, I hear You again.
Seems like I haven't been doing what I said I'd be doing.
Now, where is my guitar?
Where are my songs?
Where is my future?

Am I in business for myself,
while making notes about the Kingdom?

And these thoughts tormented me,
I was frozen, restless, watching the waking hours pass
and wondering how they went
so quickly.

Now, I know. Perhaps, one or two, the ones that make demons tremble
You told them to stiff arm me and push me back.
I meditate on the eternal, and scrounge for my fits | of | life
I hear this song.
I think I can write now.

A Revelation of Me

If you saw me here or at the throne
you would see me dancing
the world was formed in song
the fire within, it is birth anew

Our core, fire untouchable
Our maker, too hot to look on
We are are born of fire
One on the other creates great heat
why else do we say the heat of passion?

when are the doors to this wisdom closing friend?
Obvious the waters that cool the fire are only a season
the waters evaporate, the waters contain,
the fire,
but everything flees the fire

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When you return to ground
When you return to the flames
Will you be be fire
Or will you have cooled?

The One Thing He Said

He is fire.
He's coming for His own.
You have to be fire to stand before Him.

words of a seeker in my church.