On Oceans of Blue

the devil is in the details
hidden in the staples
creeping through the cracks
squash him like a bug
plug all your holes
seal all your windows
because the devil is in the details
DONT LET HIM
satan is the ruler
of the slime
of the filth
of the wretched who slink about
dont become slime
dont let satan slip in
dont have details so overlooked
that the devil can rule them

[A/N] so "the devil is in the details" was written on the top of some sweet leaf tea i got yesterday. it got me thinking. i spent a good portion of finite math thinking bout this lil saying and ended up writting this. when i was talking to my dad this morning about it he explained that that saying simply means "read the fine print" not something complicated. hmph. i still like my explination. oh well.

so i can see our lives written out
in a fantastic romantic novel
one for the history
a westly and buttercup story
but i can also see our mistakes
i can hear them as they happen
it makes me sad
to think a westly buttercup story tainted
please dont taint
please dont let me taint
i can see it all clearly though
jus as though grampa were reading to me
while i am sick
"she surrendered to his kiss"
i see it written
in a fantastic novel
then thrown on the big screen
and acted in small plays
it really could go either way right now
tragic
romeo and juliet
heartache entangled romance of the ages
trial ridden
westly and buttercup
scorned with terrors of unknown
magical
prince charming and cinderella
horrid past brought together in rich beauty
quirky
noah and allie
hard core confusion bound by unbreakable ties
modernly
britney and k fed
disgustingly searching for someone who isnt there
please
oh! please
let us play out in a Christ like manner
drawn together in
a knowledge seeking
a wisdom growing
a wonder reveling
an amazing grace
how sweet the sound
relationship
a story for the ages
a story for the children
magically engulfed
a story for the youth
brimming with hope
a story for the elders
overflowing with remembrance
a story that shines with His love
i can see our story
written in ink
will you write with me?

so i went through my myspace blog and pulled all the poems i havnt posted on here yet and posted em. it all feels like so long ago, a look into a differnet life. mah, time flies… anyways. starting with "edge of the rain" all the way to "the greatest fault in man" is past poems. things from a different aly. so this is where i begin my "almost sort of complete works of aly fayth"

hope you enjoy em

Knowing I can’t resist much longer

I’m standing at the edge of the rain

Loosing my grip

‘Cause you surround

You cloud

You cover up my better judgment

I’m standing at the edge of the rain

Looking into all that misty fog

I’m standing at the edge of the rain

Stepping in predictable unknown

‘Cause you surround

You cloud

You cover up my better judgment

I fall to sin

Forget my promise

One moment with you

Replaces forever with him

Welcome to the storm

[A/N] written mid february 08

ever see a city
sky line
purple majestic
a wonderland
mans creation
touching the heavens

ever see a city
side walk
gray mortar
a wonderland
mans creation
living hell

[A/N] written early october 08

i was porcelain
fragile, thin, beautiful
he made me crystal
delicate, clear, gorgeous
then i was glass
petite, transparent, lovely
you made me plexiglass
tough, thick, smooth
because of you
i can stop bullets
nobody can get through
because of you
like Superman
thanks to you

[A/N] written early october 08

when did it all fall
apart
into place
away

i dont recall
a fall
at all

it simply did

couldnt be stopped
even if id seen it
things simply are
might as well agree

no turnin back
gravity is one way

so it has all fallen
apart
into place
away

and im ok

[A/N] written early october 08

eyes dancing
as if at a ball
in her glass slippers
but with toes in the sand
one day she’ll click her heals
there’s no place like home
as if in Oz land
in her ruby slippers
but with toes in the sand
she sees the joy
she feels the pain
she tastes the love
she knows the truth
as if in bed
in her bunny slippers
but with toes in the sand

[A/N] written late october 08

she stands alone
she sees the flood
she saw him fall
slipped in the mud
she feels her bruise
she tastes his blood
she knows this life
is never good
out of misery
out of pain
she stabbed him once
then shot again

[A/N] written late october 08

in attempt to conquer Fear
am i living in Fear himself
does Fear become friendly
close to my heart in vague ridicule
or poignant mockery even
pointing and laughing
straight to my face
waiting for the day
perhaps today
that i look him in the eye
and say
NO

[A/N] written early november 08