ANEW : 661.00

Sent: 8/16/2005 11:50 PM


just write. just write. just tell. just tell. just give it all.
just find your fall. just be. just be. just be. just find. a way.

you'll see. oh, i'm trying to see. you'll see. and i'm confused.
I'll see. i'm trying to see but i'm blinded. I'll go. will you lead
me through?

have faith. yes i do believe You truly. have faith. confusion has
peace when believing. faith believes. yes it does and i hear You and
i'm walking. go on. a little sheep of Your flock, thank You Your
rod. i'm a bit of God,


and i'm Humbled.

ANEW : seen before

Sent: 8/16/2005 11:31 PM


i gave some meaning
tonight
a light i shone in
the dark muddled haze
of leaping frogs
and shadowed in
lushness of lily pads
and i have to wonder
is it closer to the
moon than what i've
seen before

ANEW : today's poetry in motion

Sent: 8/16/2005 11:18 PM


that is poetry in motion:
the song upon your heart
ringing in whatever tone,
giving you some start.

the rhythm’s slow,
the rhythm fast;
sometimes good
and sometime's bad,

yet what is to be had
is all within you,

discover you

for you
are the Heart.

ANEW : Abandoned

Sent: 8/15/2005 8:48 PM


Where are the words,
dear Lord?
Is there nothing to say?
I am in some pain
over my letter to my friends
and family
about my being gay
and my position on gay marriage.
I do not want to hurt my parents.
I do not want to cause them pain.
I don't understand
what my life is all about,
and sometimes I become confused
and doubtful of my existence.
Oh Lord,
my God,
please guide
and direct me.
Help me dear Lord
as I search and seek You.
Lift me from this melancholy
and help me to be joyful
at last.
For so long I have searched
for joy,
and ever always
it seems just beyond my reach.
Is it my duty or destiny
to suffer
in this life?
I am confused
and worried.
Be with me,
my dear Father.
Comfort me,
Your child.
I am lost.
Find me.
Draw me near
to Your heart.
In Jesus Christ's Name
I pray.
Love, Chad

ANEW : the next poem

Sent: 8/15/2005 8:47 PM


the next poem seems within me
yet somewhere nestled deep
and out the moment of birthing panic
it will finally be free

there is a verse to be sung
that i have yet to know the tune
a melody for every tongue
the light for many like you

the artist's pad may be blank
but energy roars towards fingertips
and soon when all is outloud
the sketch will come to life

and live.

ANEW : weakling

Sent: 8/15/2005 8:46 PM


you know

i never
remember
them
telling me
i was
strong

it makes
difficult
finding
during now
that i am
not weak

Gracefully not