when fear grips into your soul and you start to lose control the anomalies start to flutter and problems just pitter-patter you reach out your hand hoping you could expand your only sense of being and then you end up reeling then a paradox comes along out of nowhere comes a song fearing it could be a trick you hide behind something thick then you realize it’s all true with this poem i thank you you have given me the greatest prize a friendship with no disguise — i wrote this poem last year in celebration of my friendship with marchesa, we weren’t dating yet at that point. Comparing then and now, the only difference is that we’ve developed an even deeper friendship as we grow in love with one another. Mahal, thank you for finding me.
so strange how people change i wonder what things of me stayed the same cuz in my eyes i look at them and see an ocean without an end why couldn’t it have stayed of bears and things not fancy cars or wedding rings i’ll leave a sigh for past sighing’s sake and leave the rest to weave its give and take
*of iron… humanity and things cleaned and washed bleached and hung dried in the sun to catch the nature bestowed after filth, dirt, and grime unpinned brought to the board initially touched slightly to the iron then burned unseen, tale only told by the steam fibers cry unheard, like a forgotten dream nevertheless, after pulling and straightening some creases remain folded into the next daily grind ready to be worn again
*ouch* scrapes and shapes? say what? do what? who me? but, but… okeys. i see…i get it. i believe but c’mon, i gotta be strong prolong the sentimental notes like a song while all along i cling like a monk to all the wrongs bestowed while grace has eminently flowed from the wrists stains from sin’s chains while here i am playin like a child with these silly games of pride i try’ta hide, but i can’t seem t’escape my emotional suicide there’s been so much to pray for lately…sometimes it seems like my list has been just accumulating…so many of my friends are going through crazy stuff and i keep hearing “please pray for me”…i always tell them i will. Sometimes i feel that the request and the response for prayer become routine that sometimes i wonder if we really mean it when we ask someone to pray for us…and even more so when we tell them that we will pray for them. Because i know i’m sometimes guilty of this. when was the last time you asked someone to be accountable of something vulnerable in your life, and asked them to pray for you? when was the last […]
under an empty chasm fetus-like from your silence aged to your experience born only to the ocean and spat to the shore coughing for the waves a bird who longs to swim
before 316 i confused beauty for Truth there was a Longing that i consoled through mediums of the senses before 14-6 the sun was the only true light & life until 146 pierced an elevated understanding that the Son is the only True Light & Life I was condemned in my innocence and sentenced to my complexity yet through adversity the cross spared my codemnation and granted an ambivalent complex simplicity In my sight i received Sight And a taste for a richer palate Things of gold became insipid currency worthless to buy essentials of what Really means “to be”. So at His feet i placed broken treasures of complacency comfort, and years of apathy. And in my hands, He gave me nails and a burden just enough to carry. But my heart burned like a refiner`s fire a rhythm matched w/a runner`s determination And a joy that my cross cannot compare to the triumph much too greater. So each day is a progressive suicide after a Birth that gave me Life. So this unresolved conflict scorches me onto a sunburned pavement. I`ve become the world`s pariah And everything God has created in me is twisted to contradict my plight. […]