I know once again what it means to be free,

to be drowning in wave after wave of your mercy,

drunk on the joy of your salvation,

feeling the wonder of being your creation,

I am the climber that's finally reached the peak,

a composer who found the perfect pitch,

the scientist with the illusive cure,

a muddy stream suddenly made pure.

See I was the bound Pharisee,

But by HIs grace I'm free.

Some day...

I really will stop dreaming,

you'll see, I'll start doing.

I'll pick myself up and

quit playing like a pup.

Begin walking the talk,

this time I won't balk.

I'll gather my dreams,

and map my whims.

I'll write that story,

tell her I said sorry.

I'll do more than watch,

I'll learn, I'll coach.

Ill wear that damn dress,

with stilettos, no less.

I'll go to a music studio,

demand to be on the video.

I'll shed my fear,

Am not kidding my dear.

I'll do it next moon,

I'll do it soon,

I promise I will,

I'll make real

...someday.

Coquettish Lover

Ah, but it's a good day today.
Woke up this morning
with a song in my heart,
and praise on my lips.
But You know how fickle I am,
how fast my feelings come and go.
Today I'm so in love with You,
Tomorrow I'll forget to pray.
Today I'll praise You,
Tomorrow I'll go my own way.
Today I'm conscious of your will,
Tomorrow I couldn't care less what You say.
I feel like a coquettish lover,
batting my lashes when it suits me best,
Pouting if I don't have my way.
So I write this not knowing
how tomorrow will be,
what the winds of change will bring.
I'm just grateful for one thing,
That You love me even still.

Love Story

I think ours has the making of a great love story.

There's you, there's me and there's the tragedy.

Ours is not the complexity of a family feud

nor of difference in classes.

No, ours unfortunately is much simpler;

its the battle with common sense.

Go to school get your degree, get your masters,

be paid to work anywhere else but home.

And it seems fate has kissed our destiny goodbye.

I want you to know

even if we don't ever get our happily ever after,

I would gladly go through it again;

the months away punctuated by long distance calls

that ran through our money faster than it did our passion,

the nights we whispered our fervent 'I love yous',

the already short holidays that grew wings

as if they too relished our anguish.

Days where we tried to snatch every second

the sun threw us like a lifeline

because we knew it wouldn't be long before

that fiend time would come again to tear us apart.

If common sense has its way,

I want you to know

It was worth it, loving you

Forgiving

You sit there with your chisel steadily
whittling away at my patience,
looking for wounds to reopen,
scouring for untouched places to lay claim to,
unmarked skin to scar.
With such singleminded determination,
its almost admirable,
over and over again you curve at my spirit,
until I feel like my sanity is lost.
Sometimes it is indeed lost.
You give me bruises and think I cannot see
that although they are hidden,
the gashes and slashes mark you too.
So when I hurt, when the pain is intense,
I remind myself that you don't know any better
and that you're hurting too,
that when you curve at me,
you want to make another you.
Am afraid I can only be me,
the anger and bitterness would only wear me down.
Jab and stab as much you like
but I'll forgive every cut and spite.
I only have time to be who I am,
I'm letting the wounds heal cause
I refuse to be another you.