partial

Am I young, am I simple,

Am I thirsty for the truth?

Am I stung, am I civil,

Am I secretly uncouth?

Am I rich, am I broken,

Am I dangerously thin?

Should I switch for this token,

And fast forward to the end?

Shall I move, shall I wait,

Am I dressed well for the king?

Dare I mold my own fate,

Am I partial to the sting?

ardentish

torrent

Dirty rotten tyranny
Beckoning captivity
Bait and switch so I can't see
But my hands are free
Still you're binding me

Tyranny
My sweet repose
Stay with me
While the curtains close

*ardent*

Rear view

You wouldn't believe
The places I've been,
I loved my pain,
I loved my sin.

I didn't know
Whom true Love would send,
That my Savior forgave
What stained my skin.

ardent

unkempt

i'm faith that's fallen hollow
and i'm hope you cannot have,
i'm difficult to swallow;
a cold and dirty bath.
i'm tales of subtle terror
and i'm lies in times of peace,
i'm disappointment's bearer;
formed of barbedwire and fleece.
i'm sorrow contradiction,
and i'm words you shouldn't say,
i'm narrow in dipiction,
i'm both predator and prey.
i'm ice in any season;
that sweet and sour gulp,
a s0ul thats tried for treason
and a fruit bereft of pulp.

-ardent

airp0rt

you wink at me like a low flying plane
and i tiptoe into thoughts of leaving this place with you.
soon i wade in safe adventure,
my eyes steady with your signal
shooting across miles of my darkness.
i take you in until my focus adjusts;
as i get closer i see the outline of the
cold
metal frame on which your beacon is crowned.
you are a stationary tower
and my heart falls from a ledge as tall as your facaud.

ardent

wasteland

we were just outside of flagstaff, when the drugs began to take hold. there's nothing more adventuresome than a heart that beats past its capability; than to wonder if the coming moments would hold wild halucinations and raw perspective or an absence of pulse. these were the scary days worth living. and devon, laying helplessly against the tattered cadillac interior, ached solely for a girl that would stir in him utter confusion. the desert wind donated its sweet sediment to our hair, our eyes captive to the neons until we hit asphalt. the sidewalks crawled with drunkards, with sterile smiles and greasy flashbulbs. "who brought us to this human circus?" devon cried out from beneath his crouched cap. he lit up a red whos smoke kept company with acid-induced rambles and uncited quotes, all the while i held tight to my wheel and what faith i had salvaged. the tires were tired, they drug us sluggishly further into sin, the city of. The glitzyhotels and showgirl silhouettes caught every one of my glances; my head slung heavily downwards then shook itself steady as chemicals swam through the vital crimson liquid that my heart kept in rythmic circulation. our aged swagger took us not so steadily into the city, where a fever lay on our skin, inviting its own way. i heard levers pulled and pulled again, keeping pace with anxious hearts while risks were taken and dignity was lost. devon was not far behind, the lights beaming off his cheek, his eyes in unruly wonderment. his manic sway led him through a sea of empty faces; his britches low and eyes keen. devon suffocated in a world of static while longing for a pretty pocket book.

*ardent*

dalla$

dallas was about as pretty as a cocaine smile; fake, induced, expensively enhanced. there were a few cool cats walking around but their scent was nearly extinguished by the smouldering presence of the young dead. sometimes it would sink into my skin; i longed to see solar nails and tan arms when i reached for a drink i didn't have to buy. that's why God doesn't ever want us to compare ourselves to others; insecurity is a sneaky poison that nibbles at the flesh until it is able to reside beneath it, churning it's toxin into the blood until the soul is tortured into feeling feel dull and common.

*ardent*