I’ll Pray

 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.

A Stable State

 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.

Planted On God’s Knee

 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.”

Reason

 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

means of Reason.

Pretty Sure

 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.

I’m Pretty Sure you do.

Nonsense

 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.

The Snake

 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.

I’m Unable

 I’m thinking so hard I can’t listen.

In the moment I’d like to laugh

-but reality won’t allow it.

Steep in seriousness,

in deep trouble,

rather be safe than sorry.

Yet I’m Unable to get over myself,

to speak properly,

be heard.

Feeling forced into a corner,

crying out for other options,

because some things could be avoided.

Side Effects

 Taking the moments as they pass

in a place where control

is thinning in my face. . .

What a disgrace, 

I am taking place

in the madness.

A therapeutic level

of Side Effects

and I try to be direct.

The fear takes hold,

I cannot be labeled

as uncooperative.

I want everything to work out

as I lie to myself.

I must be wrong

and unworthy of the chance

to be well by choice.

Within The Walls

 I don’t care about history.

I don’t care about science.

I don’t care about statistics.

I don’t care about studies.

I don’t care about intervention.

I care about convention.

I care about personality.

I care about simplicity.

I care about creation.

I care about the moment.

If I ever felt a listening ear lost, it was there

Within The Walls that were meant for healing.

So I’m still left dealing

with an unstable feeling.

The remedy for the remedy,

he said to me, is chemical.

Pills formed in an amber bottle

that created the problem to begin with.