Mvua

The rainy Los Angeles cool
Silence sits upon
The pestilent sound usual.
Yesterday dry and grimy air
Breath again long
The purity wet compare

Evince

Sometimes we want to see, in order to believe
The immensities of God among the down trodden.
Sometimes we want to be, in order to believe
Called beloved children in spite of hearts rotten.
Sometimes we want to free, in order to believe
Ourselves to a liberty from many hopeless walkers.

Sometimes philosophy, in order to believe
Cannot reveal a beauty of the heavenly hidden.
Sometimes morality, in order to believe
Falls short of Godly justice like purgatory laden.
Sometimes the scholarly, in order to believe
Trust within their folly yet sadly die deceived.

Sometimes though life is quite the opposite
Where peace runs like a river strong
Where the invitation is His belong
Where revelation begets reverence throng
And nothing was said to receive it.

Sometimes its better to hold one's peace
Until the glory of a desert rain come
Until the spring time gives its blossom plumb
Until we to Christ's inheritance succumb
And nothing was said to receive it.

Musing My Sin

Who says what they mean and means what they say?
There are none who can save me from what I have said,
Not tomorrow, not now, not even yesterday.

How long does it take to fall from a friend whose loved me
Through so many times before? In a moment its lost,
Forget is worth fighting for, like a whore trying to reach through
Heaven's door. What's lost is lost in feelings and penalty,
The world's condemnation I carry a curse.

Where's the grave to lay me down, the earth to cover,
The pain and shame I brought to others. The hurt,
The betrayal of wicked words, it lurks, it lurks,
It hurts my soul, and will follow me still to lonely trails.

Whose to say what life is for? All the grief of God
In creating humanity, all the grief of men
All the vanity is vanity
Solomon's words manifest my reality

Did God mean what he said
To old prophets those sinners lying in waste
For in my mouth I taste and hate
The words of promise, only to wait dead

Marko

Are you listening, are you listening to my voice
Of anger, for now I stand here to put your stolid
Life in danger, of my anger, even strangers are
Gonna cry my tears, screaming for my brother
Whom I've cried for years.

Why you running, why you running from this life
Of pain, thinking new clothes are gonna
Hide your stain, of blood, from a life I know
Is lived in vain, for you never think of others
Till you feel their pain

So turn around, and turn around to face what's
True, if you aint suffering now, grief will find
You too, chasing prosperity till your face
Turns blue, don't be deceived pain
Will damn you too.