Monday, April 26th, 2010
I had never written a song before last week but I was inspired somewhat whilst reading Psalm 17. Carry on reading (and listening) to see the result: (more…)
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Friday, March 12th, 2010
Wretched whore of a thousand lies
You tell yourself and then despise
The darkness of the life you live;
You hate your soul and can’t forgive.
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Tags: Poetry, psalms
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Monday, January 11th, 2010
Thought I would Wordle this blog to see what my collected writings thus far might look like as an image.
Voila!
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Sunday, April 26th, 2009
This is the first and only poem thus far that I have written for Cynthia, my wife of two weeks. I finished it the day before our wedding, 4th April 2009…
This song concerns a princess;
The fairest in the land
And when I’m through with singing,
I hope you understand.
A true gem was this maiden,
The like you rarely find, (more…)
Tags: Cynthia, Personal
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Sunday, May 27th, 2007
There is a word we are much loathe to use
(All while awhoring in secret we go),
Which word when spoken has pow’r to effuse
Suggestions that smite right through the ego.
But call me wretched, for this single word
So aptly my ways and worship depicts,
That humbled and down and duly deterred
I come now to hear of facts that convict.
“Unfaithful” that word, which taints ev’ry thought;
The sum of my parts: a liar and fake.
But though this be true, still that which was wrought
On one Roman cross, this word will unmake.
To man without Christ, but one fate befalls.
Though one love confess, a thousand times false.
Tags: Autobiography, Poetry
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Sunday, May 21st, 2006
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O write me a verse for the amorous one,
Who would give his all, a love to pursue.
Such fervour is oft brief, swiftly undone,
And we question: can love ever be true?
Of grandiose gestures we are most fond
We plan them through the wee hours of the night
Hoping to fashion some passionate bond;
In her heart of hearts, ‘I’ her new delight.
But blind are we, love’s nature to perceive
In our quest the fair maiden’s heart to smite
For love is both to give and to receive
A devotion that to passion gives sight.
Love is not love that gives the heart away;
It will share it – more and more, day by day.
Wednesday 31st May, 2006, Cambridge
Tags: Autobiography, Beauty, Poetry
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