Nowhereland

Close my eyes, I shout surprise
In my head.
Holy bejesus, head seizures;
I’s travelling again!

God, rescrew it on correctly,
For I want to do all things per-fectly.

So why am I in nowhereland?
Thinking about things never promised me?
Why am I kicking it with unspoken wishes? It
‘s a waste of time, hear the clock chime
Twelve and again I wake myself
In, out of--this is not love, it’s
Nowhereland.

Fun fantasy, who wants to agree
With a waste of time.
Life is short and these trips are worse
Than lima beans or tsetse flies.

God, Your face is really all I need,
So kick me in the head when I disagree.

Cause I’m gassing up the car and traveling so far
Again to nowhereland
Mind’s a blank, just a full tank of gas.
I steady my heart, but then it sprints for the stars—
For a heaven unreal; oh God, what a rotten deal is
Nowhereland.
Eyes on You, God, keep this the truth.
You’ll bring blessings in your time.
So shut me up if you hear me whine.
I trust, I must, You’ve got good stuff
And it’s enough to keep my head instead of traveling to
Nowhereland.

The Thank You Song

Today I'm thanking you
Come wind or rain or shine
Because You are You
I'm not going to let this world stop me
From thank you thank you thank you

Thanks for the check I got for work
Thanks for the books I sold
Thanks for the yogurt I ate that was delicious
Thank you for a brand new set of wishes
I'm wishing on You

I don't care what they throw at me
A dreary world is not my reality
Because I know who You are
And I know the truths close to my heart
And You're pizza with extra sauce
You're a wad of spending money
You're a red convertible
You're a spellbound audience
You're raisin bread toast,
And You're everything....

So thanks, thank you, gracias, merci,
Hats off to Father God,
You rock oh God,
So thank you thank you thank you thank you...

Hiding Place(dodoitsu)

Even now, in the morning,
When my heart cries for Your voice,
Even while I wander these fields,
You still hide from me.

The Hiding Girl(Limerick)

There was a girl so fond of hiding
Her only communication was in writing.
Her parents, who kept her writing notes,
Clung to doomed but still-rising hopes
Some young man'd find her scrawl enticing.

Confession(dodoitsu)

I don't understand this art.
Maybe those old Japanese
Samurai just used their swords
On their sentences.

Rejection(Limerick)

It was late in the morning of the day I was peddling,
I was accosting the customers, and sick of meddling,
Said I, "Lovely lady,
"My manners are not shady,"
Before you too pass, pretty lass, eye I, oh so piddling?"

Her hair was drawn up with Japanese sticks but her eyes
Past gobs of eyeliner was stuff finer, even regal, but shy.
This queen, oh so tender,
Put out a hand, so slender...
Made a fist, then her highness gave my request a reply.

Who Knows

I might've seen her smile,
The color of her eyes,
Maybe we'd share a sunset,
Maybe, later, a sunrise.

And sitting there beside her,
I'd regrets I'd never made.
For I knew, so dreadfully sure,
How soon she'd go away.

We were totally incompatible,
Obvious in a glance,
Staggeringly stupid gamble,
One in a a million chance.

Still enchanted by her dimples,
Immobile in my chair,
But I knew better than to speak.
So she left me sitting there.

Later I traveled home,
Her face still in my mind,
I remained ruminating alone
With the world I'd left behind.