that in the end I will praise You

in a time where my heart fails
and confusion rules my soul
where promises of life are broken
like pieces of glass before my eyes

I will praise You
in time
when everything else fails
You will be there to see me
because You are my end.

we are

Your dreams
Your hope
You flew above the waters
in circles
in that infinite dark
above the formless earth
and in Your love
You formed us in Your likeness
like a master lost in his art.

what memories?

will you bring back
what good would it do?
you're buried deep and fresh
but now and then
you suddenly rise
from sleep
like a worm eager
to breathe again
in the summer.

three truths

one, to love God is the best thing to do
two, to love others is the second best thing to do
three, the cheesiest things are the truest things.

a rose, a poem

all in one breath
in the eaves of my mind

a song so phenomenal
i lose myself
in my bipolar madness

you're the ghost
so strong and far
and real and sad
in my dreams you don't speak

i hear myself humming
a strange music
no science could ever make
or write
and i float like a cloud
blown away by winds
from the stars that
hide themselves in mist
and night and dust
and dust and dust

you're a religion
teaching me the things
i should never know

the world in my mind

is like Mars careening through
endless space with millions
of zombies who don't know
themselves
lost in time and ill will

tears form an ocean where
trees die and birds fall into

you smile but I could see you're
faking it
have you ever known hope?
or the simple joy of knowing yourself
and peeking into heaven?

if I don't hope, who will?
for if time is but an endless
waste in our consciousness
then why bother to love
and hate and love and hate?

God wills us to hope
and see the world as
we've never seen it before.

I see Your promise in the morning

a soulful, still voice
only fools like me would hear
one among the thousand voices
along the lines of the waters
one that stands out
the truest voice humanity will ever hear

I gave up but you promised
like a bird on a long flight
in search of food for her young
You keep me sane
and whole and hopeful
You keep me intact
kept me from falling into pieces

You loved me
with all You have
the nature, the universe
a wild flower in the morning
Ain't I but a speck of Your glory?

and I see Your promise in the morning
after all the empty words
of the hollow, cold night
I see shades of Your glory
strong and true and wonderful

with You, I would live forever.

life is sad

life is sad
don't tell me it's not
it's the kind of sadness
you'd have to live with
in your short, sweet life

life is sad
this much is true
you see shadows of people
walking along dark lanes
shadows of the crowd
blending into one, lonely
circle

life is sad
like a small, sweet child
a lost, forgotten prayer

you only have to remember:
along those shadows
is God's
and His promises
His love so true.

wish you were here

This is arguably the best secular song I've ever heard. The words themselves could stand as a phenomenal poem and the fact that there's melody to them is simply disconcerting.

Wish You Were Here
by Pink Floyd

so, so you think you can tell heaven from hell,
blue skies from pain.
can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?
do you think you can tell?
and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for a cool breeze?
cold comfort for change?
and did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
how I wish, how I wish you were here.
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
running over the same old ground.
what have you found? The same old fears.
wish you were here.

an interview

but I'm so over it
and in a way it's good
because it showed the world
I'm a real person
I get angry
I cry
I'm a human being.

we all make mistakes
but I stood up
and kept going.

-- Dilana Robichaux

I'm a creep...

...and I don't belong here.