Cody’s Talisman December 21, 2009

A special rock

Found long ago

By a heart so young

Full of a love that’s old.

Fashioned carefully

To hang on my neck

I saw its powers

In each little fleck.

I wear it always

Whenever I go.

The safe way home

I’m sure to know.

You December 21, 2009

A force in my life
So powerful and strong.
Ripples of joy and strife
Ring through me as a gong.

Unclear is the purpose
And in what time or space.
The journey without, though,
I cannot face.

Affliction or blessing?
With my head it is messing.

Heart and body not exempt
With lust and romance
The hells do tempt.
Take a chance, c’mon let’s dance.
Dear God, shake me from this trance.

Sometimes from a distance I can see
What a desperate mess our lives would be.

Two alike, but not in sync
Your ebb, my flow
Together never would we go.
This much I know.
(I think)

I need a rock, solid and sure
Roots of stone hold deep and secure.
Upon which to batter,
To spray, to leap, and to scatter.

And when the storm subsides
Into its nooks and crannies I can hide.
Slowly to trickle and pool again
To be held gently, from within.

And yet,
My soul, my soul
It is sure.
The path we’re on
Is true and pure.

Sometime later to be revealed.
Maybe through this we can be healed.

Retreat! December 21, 2009

Seeking to exist

In the hearts of others

Fathers, Mothers
Brothers, Lovers

Can’t you see me?
Open and free
Maybe you don’t? or won’t?
Or do and flee.

Crushed and small
I build up the wall
of shattered hopes
and broken dreams.
I wrap myself around the seams.

Inside it’s safe and very sure
By myself I will endure
Needing no one
That’s the cure.

Occasionally, beset by yearning
I forget all of the learning
Reaching out to broken souls
I recognize all of your holes.

Passion sparks, eager for the call
Deep into your abyss I fall
I aim to change
And fill it all.

Retreat! Retreat!
Why all this bleeding?
The warning bells I wasn’t heeding.
The needs I swore to not be needing.

Real or imagined
never matters.
Wounds re-open,
pain batters.

Looking about to cast the blame.
A life that’s made up of remains,
Or God for longing I cannot tame.