Posted 31.12.02 by Deirdre

::no fish, no fish, red fish, blue fish::

I cast a line across the river
into a tree. there's nothing bitter
in my mouth except the taste
of rootbeer one hour old.
and my line, it comes down, after
tugging it around, it finally comes down
into my face

just embrace
the feeling of an empty hand
a sudden and cold breeze
a constant undertoe
pulling my line downstream
hours and hours of no response
nor a tug at the end of my pole
I reel in and then turn in
for it's all over
yes, the day is over
and I've caught nothing again

(by Nicholas)
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 24.12.02 by Deirdre

::high low::

candles.
I'm all alone,
lighting candles
to savor the lonely.
the lonely...

night the bedroom door
closed tightly;
secured so tightly.
and I am alone so

would you dance
for me
lit candle wick
flickering off the walls
I know I'm dabbling
in things I've never known
though correct I am
in reasoning this is wrong
I'm still peddling my innocence
for more.

my sin is through the roof now,
while this incense rises
and my pride sinks below the floor,
it holds me, drops me, unlocks the door
walks out and leaves me stained

(by Nick)
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 22.12.02 by Deirdre

::a song for Megan::

confusion was our battleground
duration was what finally found
a meeting place for you and me
to finally speak; friend to friend

meet here any night
before or after every fight
cause pride should never hold
us back from speaking patiently.

return to here
after your thoughts regain,
after your mind settles from arguing.
know now I'm weak and He is strong
and faithful to forge a truce prolonged
by the grace that saved us.

now we are friends again. that was then.
and misperceiving you will not be reason
enough to hurt a friend.

now, all that's left is grace
and you and me.
let's pace this slowly
let's take this gently

(By Nick)
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 20.12.02 by megan

@>~ pages

Another blank page before me
and at my feet lie the shreds,
of every last attempt,
to transcend reality.
A stroke of the pen and its broken.
And what should be said's unspoken
Words of peace lose their meaning,
when written by this artist's hand.
So they slip from the page like sand,
fall to my feet where fading.
Next time, I'll try yet again
to piece this all together...
before I too fall apart.

For every letter I've torn up. Truth is worth more than beauty, trust surpasses the imperfections, and integrity is more valuable than appearances.
//\\//\\.||\\||.//\\//\\
(written by Megan; edited by Nick)

Posted 17.12.02 by Deirdre

::a song for Mike::

How it halts my eyes from wandering the nothing
Oh my God this sinks into my soul,
if only You would sing reason to me, then I would know
why my eyes are washing my face.
My frown erased and I grimaced the need for conclusion.

How my thoughts are pondering the nothing
that we were before this all came down
your eyes looked over my way and you motioned
for this to quit
so I raised my hand and begged the Lord for recess
I can't express enough what hell is like
But you could tell quite a few stories.

My friend, when this all is over we'll see Jesus walking
among the seven golden lampstands. The very churches
that were nearly never there. And we'll feel His hand turning
us around.

Not this time around, will emotions swinging right the wrong
that left us spinning. So lay down and know that He is God and
wait this out.

(for my brother, my irish mother, the wolfman, the bass guru, the all around ladies man, Mike Shipley)
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 15.12.02 by Deirdre

::zephaniah 3:17::

"The Lord your God in your midst The Mighty One, will save;
He will rejoice over you with gladness,
He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing."

Can I sing too? Are You aware of my coarse voice, Lord? Then teach me a new melody
that I can hum within my range to love You. And take these hands and put them to words,
when I say that I will serve you. For I want to hold on when you hold me. Sing over me.
Thank you for enduring me in my melancholy!!
©2003 Nicholas White

Posted 15.12.02 by Deirdre

Full Circle

The faith of a little child
May waiver as he grows old
Wondering, trying to believe
Yes, you are real
Not just my dream
But hope can get lost
through the years
Memories, hidden in my tears
Snowmen, snow-angels
And tracks through the woods
Disappear as the
seasons change
Footprints on sandy beaches
Vanquished with the tide
Swirl and ebb to distant seas
Belief turns to doubt
Doubt to denial
Denial to sand
Sand slips through my fingers
Cascading castles
develop at my feet
I grow young again
And believe in things I have never seen

(by Stewart White sr)

Posted 11.12.02 by megan

Thorns peircing through my skull,
this cross forces me to the dust.
Etched in my mind an image of you,
I rise and go on for I must.
Can you see my anguish?
Can you fathom this pain?
My love for you is what forces me on,
I'm not bound by any chain.


These tears fall from my sorrow,
this blood pours from my pain,
If you knew how much I loved you,
You'd know I'd do it all over again.


Do you know how
I long to hold you?
Close in my embrace?
While you're cursing me,
and spitting in my face.


And as I hang here dying,
I see that you are crying.
My child, yet I love you,
find peace in my love,
for its always true.

(by Megan Staley)

Posted 7.12.02 by Deirdre

Numb, can't feel it anymore
the only thing left hurting
is the absence of my pain
I smile, I laugh I dance
through one more day
I have joy, but yet inside
I still feel so empty
Maybe I had to cut myself
In two pieces just so one
could live on.

(by Megan Staley)

Posted 5.12.02 by Deirdre

::qoholet::

don't need a muse
wont heed amusement
don't leave a jester
to makebelieve I laughed
wont try and stay
or let you think I'm mad

all the voices, they say:
"Fake you feel right!!
La la la,
lie, laugh and smile.
Laugh it up! Just stay awhile. You might think life's dead
cause you've never faked (that you're alive).
Rightfully well
you've never felt
like how you'd fake you feel."

if the voices would shut up
you might say I would be glad
yes if they would only shut up
maybe then I would be glad
and then make a gesture
vaguely resembling a laugh

(by Nicholas)
©2003 Nicholas White