Paris in the 30’s

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I want to be in Paris in the thirties

in a coffee house with painters and poets

Like Laurel Canyon sixties songs

the music echoes all day and night

The morning rain showers, the afternoon sun

Warm canvases of yellows and melons horizons

The evening light of the Eiffel Tower glitters

The night is showered with city sights

I want to be in Paris in the thirties

And write the poetry that rattles in my head

Like a song on an old phonograph

I am dancing in the shadows until morning takes flight

Island of Genius

It is a misfit’s address

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An island of genius

A mystery of progress

The glitter of astrocytes between us

The mundane to the brilliant

From the axon to infinity

Never to be explained away

The music of the genius plays

I’ve never seen a mountain like this…

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I’ve never seen a mountain like this

No way around so I gotta climb over I guess

I’ve got no strategies for something so immense

But I’m still gonna take this one step

I’ve never seen a desert storm like this

The sun is burning my body like a furnace

I’ve don’t have enough water to quench this fire

But I’m still gonna take this one step

I’ve never seen a river run so deep as this

If I wade out of these shallows I can’t catch my breath

I’ve got no strength for this current

But I’m still gonna take this one step

If I don’t climb Lord you will be my wings!

If I don’t see Lord you will be the vision I need!

If I don’t swim Lord your arms will carry me!

When you have done all according to the word of God and it seems like nothing is happening, then stand. Ephesians 6:13

To understand the language of the exposed…

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It is a gift from God to understand the language of the exposed.

To read in someone’s eye and body the plea to not be condemned.

Let it be known that those who show Mercy shall obtain mercy.

The Holy who is named Mercy sees the hearts of all men.

For the outcast and diseased, the addicted’s endless need.

He is The One who really sees, He is the one who takes the lead.

His spoken Word will heal and satisfy the longing soul.

It is the Love of God who understands the language of the exposed.

The wind blowing all around me

I hear Him speak to me

He is sure of exactly what to say

In the language of Eternity

There you go

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There you go down that road that leads to the same old pain.

Now you can only travel solo but there’s nothing you will gain.

This life you lead is yours to seize and no one can do it for you.

There you go behind your wall hiding all your clues

You shout because you cannot be brave and now you lose.

There you go again and I feel nothing now your gone.

it would be a lie…

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It would be a lie to say I have always been honest.

I thought a time or two about moving on when we were young,

when I did not value the promise.

The Grace Covenant that covered forever our offenses to God,

now established in His Mercy removed any fear that you would hurt me.

While it is true, we cannot fully know another person,

staying with you was more than worth it.

I hope this is a comfort to you, as it is to me, as we round this last bend.

If I could I would choose to stay with you again.

Looking for the pretty notes…

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Looking for the pretty notes I strain my ear to hear

that melody of Holy song telling me you are near.

No minor chords of sad goodbye or Sin’s death and decay.

No more lies and darkened skies to distort my journeys way.

I listen for the harmony of your singing clear and sweet

The pretty notes of your presence your love song on repeat…