Oh, my God.

I went public for You
all of my friends know
things that were heartflow
a secret slideshow
kept in the depths of my solemn side
Because You kept it sunny every day
and I was fairweather
I was falling apart because I couldn't trust that You
had it all together
I hid verses between the sheets of a monthly Seventeen
I fell into crap but still claimed to be clean
I let those below me be straight up obscene
as they pulled me down by my checkered skinny jeans
and I became the world
between R-rated movies and teenage sleeze
I begged please
don't let me be unaccepted
don't let me be neglected
don't let me be alone
even though I never was
Because You are known for always keeping your word
You are the kind of relationship that should be preferred
Because nowhere in the bible does it say that God is there to be a rebound
Though his love knows no bounds
like a Bose speaker sounds
full
God wants to be your one and only
Don't need any sort of hotline when you're lonely
You've got a voice
you've got a mind
you've got a choice
you've got the time
Pray
God's gifts are bigger than the giant box on Christmas
Because I am no peasant, I'm a princess
My whole life's been clearance and thrift stores
But God swiped his card and bought couture
God showed me what I'm here for
I sing Lord
I'd like to believe that my voice sounds like old-school Mariah Carey in your ears
free
like a bird
you gave me the gift of song
even though my dancing is just ok
I sing because you handed me a song
and said sing along
your voice rights the wrongs
You said "sing, child"
and then I belonged
I write
I'm writing like I never wrote
more rhymes than a Kanye anecdote
and my pen can fly until it floats
Modest, as in Mouse, I'm taking notes
Because you created Tyler, though he claims creator
I could write a million poems about how you're greater
Greater than anything I could watch on TV or see on a DVD
You made me
You make me
You are me
I went public for You, God
because I'm free
to raise up my hands
to get up dance
to make an advance
because my relationship status is changed
along with the rest of who I am
Because when you look over
God's holding my hand
never alone
never defeated
never depressed
never conceited
because how can I be full of myself when I'm overflowing with Him?
Superman in the truest sense
Even Clark Kent backs up his defense
saved more lives than if he robbed a blood bank
Intense
Let our evergrowing hearts commence
in honoring the one true hero
not talking bout De Niro
or Spiderman or Stallone
We love our God
and we love Him alone***

I'd like to dream.

I'm much too shy to say that I like the way
your lips curl around your teeth
Or that your tattoo is the hottest thing I've ever seen
ranked right under the preview for Magic Mike
My words spill out like pick up sticks
and I try to win the game
and I pray that just maybe the whole pile won't fall apart
when I try to say something smart
and end up talking about that one time I saw a weird guy at Circle K
I stay
up late at night
in a back and forth fight
in a ritual that just might
turn on a light
in every lady's mind
he likes me, he likes me not
I'm so plain and he's so hot
I'm an arrow, he's the shot
I'd like to dream but I'm afraid I'll get caught
the sirens will whirr
red and blue paint
I'll roll down my window
feeling so faint
hello officer
I'd swear I'm a saint
I didn't fall
I didn't swoon
I didn't do it
It's way too soon
It's an immortal sin
to admit that I'm in
So deep
But I sleep and I dream and I think
Maybe tomorrow I'll wear pink
Maybe I'll rouge my cheeks
Maybe I'll wave and wink
and you'll do a Baywatch run into my arms
and we'll set off fire alarms
so that it seems like we made it rain inside
for a perfect kiss
that was destined for us since we were kids
or maybe if you're free
it could just be you and me
and a Starbucks secret menu
or any other venue
as long as I'm around you
Because it's despicably true
that I really like you
the way you talk
the way your Toms and your shirt perfectly match
the way you're such a catch
and you don't even notice
I'd like to dream
that we'd make the perfect team
Pikachu and Ash
June and Johnny Cash
Oscar the Grouch and Trash
Let's face it
We were made to be brash
and dance with five left feet
and befriend everyone we meet
You and I are sweet
I'd like to dream
that more than high score tetris board
We'd be infinite
We'd be complete***

Bird

We've been told that bird is the word
if you are a bird I am a bird
And the sky without birds is completely absurd
and a bat to a bird is what's always preferred
I am a bird
I feed myself on the images of streets
Of a pickle tub drummer's beats
on things that are obsolete
the past
They say that history repeats
a broken record
But why not learn from the past prospectors
why not open up our own doors
to move on from what happened before and fly
I
am a bird
I am free from cages
confinement can't commence
because I break chains
I stop trains
I make it rain
with a wise weeping sky
I am a bird
who will spread wings
to see the world
the plans unfurled
I'll fly toward the Sun
because I know my wax won't melt
and I'll hope to see my dreams
with pushpins pushed into their route
God-sized
Because I don't dream little
I am a bird
I fly
Because God opened my eyes
and said don't dream little
dream far from here
disappear
into the grandeur of a graffiti grazed future
Forget regrets
and fears
and fly
I am a bird
that's why***

Pobrecito

When I was little
Mama used to say not to step on the glass
if you break a vase the shards will cut your little feet
Pobrecito.
It's not your fault that your skin is not meant to be touched with the sharp
the hard, the cold
It's not your fault, Pobrecito
that the big bad world graffitties innocence
You should know, Pobrecito
that the world used to take white as its favorite color
pure
like a lily at a funeral
pure
like angel's wings
pure
as ashes
Then the world met sunrise
and realized
that blue eyes
are not a sin
that spectrums
are not a vindictive scheme
to make the world seem
rebellious
 against the white sheet
that it's been continually hidden under
Pobrecito, love is meant to be logical or at least
that's what the world teaches
that's what the preacher preaches
that's what we hear through storybook ears
that a prince should marry a princess
that a kiss begins with a new dress
that our life should be planned and obsessed
over constantly
till we blindingly
trip over our own feet trying to lose the Cinderella shoe
But what you should believe is different, Pobrecito
for we are our own
there's no reason to pay postage on boxed love
no reason to deny yourself what you've dreamed of
no reason to give your own heart a shove and say
"you don't know what you're talking about"
Because if you would live by L-O-V-E
then maybe you would S-E-E
I'm not trying to make you OD
I just want to you trust M-E. Me.
Pobrecito, the glass might cut your feet
but if you're too afraid to step you'll never make it across
you'll let yourself get lost
you'll let fear be your boss
love forever albatross
and then no other paths will cross
and you will remain
the same
with Mama to blame
for the same old saying
Mama used to say not to step on the glass
if you break a vase the shards will cut your little feet
Pobrecito.
too afraid to step.
I'll be waiting on the other side
with a cardboard sign
Yes, love is real
No, you're not exempt
Yes, it knows no bounds
Didn't you read Corinthians?
Listen to your heart
Listen to its beats
as they cancel out your fear
come here
Pobrecito
I'm here***