Some things fade into oblivion
never to be seen again.
I remember everything
from the bottom to the top
of breaking this ancient
family curse.
Do I look like a savior to you?
I am Simply A Saving Grace,
which is not always exchanged.
I change for the good of humanity
and it’s frightening to see
what people wish upon me.
I am no idol, no genius,
no factor in your living journey.
I am face first, falling into pieces
to put together again.
Synchronized city
two thoughts alike
damage, unmanaged
to fix a broken soul.
Behind your eyes,
I see
the torture of public scrutiny
pass as we relax.
Undisturbed by a living regret,
I will not waiver
in darkness of favor.
I’m always right,
I win the fight.
The best thing
about being free
is knowing what I have,
and what it means to me.
Perhaps Eve was Adam’s pet,
I like to think the opposite.
Adam was wrapped
around Eve’s Thumb,
or the other way around,
or both wrapped up in each other.
Eve memorized the manual,
like a trip to the lost and found.
If you can’t find your own item,
you take what you like
and leave the rest in it’s beloved nest
of piled up items that forever grows.
The two work together
for the good of the weather.
Conquering every storm
with the hope to achieve
and complement one another.
Growing closer to God every day.
I found enlightenment
in an abandoned church
for sale, a nominal fee.
A place gifted
with God’s glory.
The sanctuary for the broken
hand of the Almighty.
His Spirit’s internal decree
to fight, clear of free.
So, humanity, can’t you see
the eternal plea
of life and liberty?
No time to spare, no room for doubt,
life’s eternal span is near.
There is no fear of affection
like the abstract mind
of artistry so blind
to end our agony.
The tread of tires
abruptly come to a halt
after a brief bike ride.
To the side,
so picturesque:
A towering high-rise
of broken windows.
Broken dreams
of haunted delight
pass as adolescence
takes hold
with mild curiosity.
Unseasoned Danger
is harmless, right?
Mischief never thought clarity
could fall through the floor,
but curiosity
could take no more.
Questions, questions,
so many questions
left unanswered.
Only one child left to explore
this ghostly house with power,
character, and the might
to befuddle even the most
innocent minds.
Unwind to find
an abandoned story
left for history
despite:
The very right
to stand and collapse
on demand.
I’ll preach
when I want to reach
your soul.
Turn it inside-out,
clean it whole.
You’re not what you
appear to be
so sit down
and speak with me.
You’re not a waste
do NOT give to haste.
Sad and sullen
sulking in bad past regret.
You choose your path
and I’ll Pray you don’t reap
Fury’s Wrath.
I am faceless,
I take on all cultures
that appeal to me.
Social situations
sewing a season.
Sation-
A Stable State
for growing a garden
in modern Eden.
Paper dolls to bury,
new life to carry,
no matter how
big or small.
Life declared
that I
deserve it all.
Would you believe I saw life in squiggly lines
and evolution?
I held out with purpose
to understand
a primordial benefit
to God’s plan.
But who can understand God
and His infinite glory?
Certainly not myself,
or I would succumb
to faith’s diversion.
Planted On God’s Knee
I sat ready to hear
the end to my life’s story.
But God Himself said to me,
“You’re open ended darling.”
Don’t let your
need to die
be
bigger than your
will to live.
I do love you
and there are
times when it is simply
too painful to admit.
Always reach your hand
in my busy direction,
I WILL ALWAYS MAKE TIME
TO HEAR YOUR SWEET VOICE!
I am an arbitrary
To Sincerity,
Just listen
to the music
and you will see-
how life is NOT
all it’s cracked up to be.
I am without a care
unless I’m being careful.
Can you be too careful?
Yes, and no too, an achoo
and a bless you.
I love you and I hope
you love me too.
He said he was broken
with or without his sobriety.
I’m left to listen to the drivel
and aftermath
of every bad decision
he laid out to me.
I tell him the truth,
dare to make him see
why his words are complete
Nonsense to me.
To him:
I do not think.
I cannot think.
I am brainless.
I am spineless.
I’ve been alone
for a long time, kid.
Manipulation,
sexual deviation.
A man of few words
crept his way in
-to my personal sin. . .
A concept of innocence
destroyed by
The Snake of curiosity
in a place of thinning faith.