Pointless

Unwillingness is at the core of discontentment,
Arbitrary babbling, rattling, pointless rambling,
Essays of my life, my story,
I thirst for meaning,
Purpose, a new song, bright mornings,
I need so much to be satisfied,
And as the clouds quickly observes us then moves on,
I thirst for something more,
I breathe, nothing more, nothing less,
Until the day I stop,
Very few find solace,
Some over explain, others barely do,
Who truly comprehends our routine, chaotic, existence?
Yet we fight to continue it,
And breed younglings into it,
A new generation of dreamers, persecutors,
Revilers, story tellers, mascots and prisoners.
And so the pointless rambling continues,
LISTEN
No new story,
No change.
Until Jesus!
Copyright © 2009 Kizanne James

Confessions of a Pretend Love Cynic (dedicated to Anton Small)

Being with you,
I am broken,
Released from my own self imposed feministic views,
Because of you,
I was made a liar
Forced to look into myself, to admit
Fairytales are real,
And that’s its ok to feel,
Dreams can come true,

I have been corrected,
Put in my place,
Your subtle sweetness,
Obvious kindness,
Developing love for me,
I never believed it could be my reality,
I’ve been a fool,
Who would think that such an imperfect world could produce,
Something so pure, in us.

With you, I’ve been placed into uncertainty,
Changing my world, you are my light,
Now I confess,
I Kizanne James pretend love cynic,
Is addicted to you,
You are amazing,
And I am enchanted,
Placed under the spell of your touch,
You inspire me,
Now I see that silver lining,
Who would have thought?

I confess,
All things are possible,
Regardless of where things may lead,
I have faith, in happy endings,
You have exposed me,
Now humbly I wait to love you, to make you happy,
My vision is clear,
I am contented and elated,
God has sent me an angel.



Copyright © 2009 Kizanne James

Written for Anton Small