Hey guys,
I was just thinking something today and I wanted to know what you all thought. I just realized that we all sing-Aaron-bass, Earl/Paulo-tenor, Tinisha-mezzo sop/alto and me soprano and I think that we should utilize that somehow. Also, most of us play the piano. Marinate on that.

The Name

What would you say to me
If I told you that all things
have a name?

A name, created forever ago-
A name singular, secret and sacred,
A name that grants form?

What if I told you
That if you cried out
The name of the moon,

You could bathe at midday
under its dappled falling shine;
taking in its light?

That if you called to the skies,
You could surround yourself
With a span of azure infinity,

Paint sun-songs with hidden words,
Or build a house of clouds while
floating in blue nothingness?

To think; You could merely utter
The name of oceans - That
vast implication; You could

Summon distant, breaking shores
for your own inspection and approval-
to satisfy the merest curiosity?

Would you say it was fantasy?
Something august to ponder;
And then regretfully forget?

That to guide a symphony of creation
with mere words and intention
Is a blasphemy?

Or maybe you would think it over -
And softly, sadly say,
"I could never..."

But what if... what if
I gently spoke to you the name of love,
Tender yet bittersweet?

Would you scoff at my audacity,
To arrogantly manipulate its meaning
by not letting it go free?

Or would you see that sadly, I'll
never be able to find the name
for what you mean to me?

Who I am

As much as we may hold
taste to be a divine delicacy
whose manifestation is abstract,
how do we know we don't drink
the sweat of angels in our morning
coffee.

As much as I may love the feel of man
across my fingertips
and the rippling biceps over me-who am I to
tell the soul she is a gender.

Why is it we praise the sun more than the moon;
or sight over sleep-
it is the fatalistic nature of our minds-
do I choose eternity or this moment with you?

All I know is even if
my body is just the shadow of who I am
my choice is to sip hot chocolate with you,
wrapped up in the cold night
whilst the angels smile at us from the stars:
we will soon become who we are.

Heaven in a Box

Once, On a trip during a series of gloomy days
I sat in my seat; thus engaged - To ponder idle
thoughts of simple possibility.

For on the edge of these breaking clouds
lining brightly their misty shroud - were hints
bespeaking some infinite tranquility.

For who, here, could possibly come to know,
Whats behind those simple clouds, and glows
with such beauty, and potential-
...Such lambent fury!