Remembrance is fondest,
when thought of you
in every great
or tiny pew.
Forever you are near
or far
so I left the door ajar.
Push it open
and walk on in
because with you
I have no sin.
Humanity would have me bow my head,
instead I set my gaze
on Heaven's Glow.
And within my memory
is what I missed
without rebirthing
an ancient past.
There’s a chain on my point of view,
contained by perspective’s shady skew.
Found peace pouring into The Puddles Of God’s Speech.
A sidewalk screaming at me,
but I can’t see ahead of me.
The rain lets up.
I ease my gaze from outdoor view
and feel the solace of the windows cue,
His speech once more.
A moment we had, rejoice and be glad-
For these are the times we know
what keep and what to throw (away).
So wisdom stings
like the tearing of butterfly wings.
Wings I cannot see beyond
the sidewalk of falls
and knee-scrape heartbreak.
Wisdom is the chance
to breathe in a cool summers breeze,
while standing up on tattered knees.
I can build
on your love.
Creator, I am,
a servant
to the debts of history.
A profound loneliness,
a new loneliness.
Uniform in mission
to build onto your love.
A reminder-
we are the people
who leave our blessings
behind us
As We Walk.
Around the corner of hope lies
a great big grand surprise.
In darkness idles
the worries inside.
Hold back
for a lack
of confidence.
An unknown treasure
of the greatest measure.
Who can see around
the corner of hope?
We are concave
sits melancholy
punishments of the wall.
“Have I done my time yet?”
“You Bet!”
But I took one for the team
or so it might seem,
and happily embrace
the hit of seeing someone happy
at my expense.
In complete chaos
and disorder,
I find myself
in your arms
safe from harm.
I am warm.
No.
They don’t love me
like you love me.
You are dirty white lace
in my space.
I seek you,
long to be near you.
Your company -timeless
You’re A Symphony
of positivity.
Behavioral issues,
grab the tissues
for hostile actions
and words of offense.
Push them away,
they’ll never stay
in hopes of peace
Panic intends to crush.
Brains turned to mush
listening to drivel.
I will not sit here and snivel.
I don’t care what you say
you’re Not Okay.
Evading outer instability
-a skill never taught.
I see my thoughts
float from the page,
Now Free
from scrutiny.
An absent opinion
no longer has its hold on me.
My beliefs are valid
beyond my mind.
You Leave Me with
the overwhelming feeling
of wrongdoing.
But your powerless
fists of pointed fingers
raise the beast in me.
An independent voice of reason,
my speech is not treason.
There is a time and place for the season
of the beast.
A time to cease
fire in dire straits.
Linen thin skin
of Prim and Proper.
A living dynamic being.
Life uprooted
looking for soil.
The joy of being
a dusty rose
in a baby blue world.