Shades of Drew

I've been staring in decision's face, aimlessly seeking the best path through dark places, holding tight to the last spark of hope, a twinkle of light quickly fading, lost behind trees that tower, shielding the shower of peace. I'm constantly reaching for peace beyond my sight, fighting for day, enraged by night.  Lifeguards swarm around me, listening for a cry for help, wanting to help but here I hide - behind brick walls and concrete slabs - sleeping, trying to camouflage  the simple fact that I feel feelings that I feel are best left unspoken - for fear that the spoken will breathe lift into feelings best left untold. So until decision has rested its hand on me, I tell myself - You will be OK.  Yep...Myself - You will be OK. By Andrew J Dorsey January 27, 2009 - 5:53 p.m.

You're the only one I want - to kiss your lips, so soft and supple - sending a tingle that overwhelms by body, exciting my senses You're the only one I want - to call when my heart is broken when it seems my world is crumbling to pieces like I can't see a way up from down You're the only one I want - to ride along life's journey, this bumpy ride with twists and turns that strengthen our foundation and makes us wiser You're the only one I want - to stand by my side before the preacher on our wedding day, vowing to share myself, energy, time, and resources - a pure and true expression of our love You're the only one I want - to hold my hand when my last breath escapes, resting peacefully knowing that we gave each other all we had to give, that we loved each other with all the love our hearts could hold You're the only one I want - to want me. By:  Andrew J. Dorsey January 18, 2009 - 9:02 a.m.

I wish I could write a happy poem, full of life and overflowing with words to encourage God's people, but I can't control the pen - a caged beast who has out-grown himself, waiting for the opportunity to show it's true colors. It's true identity, strategically hidden behind placid faces, a daily struggle to hide his true nature - afraid that the fear has conquered the spirit of the untamed beast, secluded in shadowed corners, finding comfort in uneasy delight. I wish I could sing a song full of joy and inspiration, lift up God's people - a song designed with melodic notes and catchy tunes - but no one would want to hear my song.  I open my mouth with an intention to bring peace and sooth the tension, but I fail to mention the beast that grows out of my control - always wondering what the future will hold. I wish even this would console me and motivate you, but what you see  is what you get - the beast. By Andrew J Dorsey January 12, 2009 - 4:09 p.m.