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My friend and work colleague often sends me interesting rants and screeds about silliness at work.  Today she sent me some ‘Thriller’ lyrics she modified.  This was my response:

All this pours
Out of your brain
As though trapped
For icy ages
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
To become
Poetry in my inbox.
You scare me.

 Then I promised I would post it on my blog.  Threatened, more like.

The nectar of the fall is on my lips still,

Swallowing the fruit, I race from the edge,

Yet always, I retrace my steps to find myself

Back at the beginning, facing the forbidden tree.

Crying out to heaven, aching for innocence lost

Creeping forward through the brambles,

Torn and bleeding, I hear Your voice

Calling, gently wooing me to come

Longing and terror mix, drawing me

Willing or not, to your touch

Your hand goes deep to silence

The blasphemous screaming inside

Limp and tired, I can not resist

Rest and peace follow your caress

Blessed sleep washes wounds that would not heal

Waking, I find my body whole

Cleansed and fragranced with your breath

Clothed with wonders and light

You touch my eyes, and blindness gone

I see the Great I AM.

All poems are the property of the author, Vivian Louise Saavedra, and may not be reproduced with out written consent.

All The Rain

my heart gave out, gave in and turned away
and all i seemed to have was rain
then in the morning of a brand new day
you woke me with a love so bright
sorrow through the dark has seen the day
i am changed and i overcome.

here in the light of a holy God
all the pain has washed away
forever captive to your mercy mine
i hold on tight to who you are
three days down and now you walk again
your loving kindness flows ever on.
Vivian Louise Saavedra

Awake

Awake
Awake.
Awake.
Awake.

I should be sleeping,
but I am not,
I could be dreaming.

Instead, I pray,
I read,
And sometimes cry.

My enemy, the clock
Stares boldly
Mercilessly mocking.

Tossing and turning,
Desperate,
I get out of bed.

It’s a new day.
Vivian Louise Saavedra

Miss Gaily’s Pillow

Gently down she sets her head,
at the scene of her unrest.
Dreams and tears, screams and secrets,
transverse her nightly test.

Sacred is the silence she demands,
blessed are the hours when she flies.
There in the dark watches where she longs,
to soar through azure skies.
Vivian Louise Saavedra

Miss Ya
Miss ya in the morning, miss ya at night,
You seem as far away as a satellite.
Miss ya so much it makes me hurt,
You should see these tears my eyeballs squirt.

Miss ya like crazy, miss ya completely,
Miss ya from my headly down to my feetly.
Miss ya real bad and it’s a big fat bore,
Just missin’ and missin’ till my misser gets sore.
Vivian Louise Saavedra