I slept on moonlit sheets and shallow comforts,
while you grew tired
swimming in midnight waters.
You kept your head up though.
With hope-worn eyes, looking to the shore
for the light of a father’s countenance
to guide you home.
But I was only a shadow
and you got used to the dark.
The pride of life will drown out love
and offer a breath to the already dead.
But if I could do it again,
I would swim - my son.
Oh, how I would swim to you.
And we would find the shores of redemption together.
But instead, I lie on faded sheets
getting tired on lost time.
Swimming circles in my mind.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:56 AM UTC
Waiting…
Watching waves on a dark screen.
The whisper of the oxygen
and whispers of I love you.
It’s gowns too big
and the best suit for burial.
Hospital time
and eternity.
The hourly knock on the door
and knocking on the door of heaven.
The nurses in blue making rounds
and angels commanded concerning you.
Waiting for transport
and that blessed escort.
Saying goodbye
and taking that heavenly flight.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
I dug twofold deep in miry clay.
First, to bury the forbidden.
Then, to find forbidden treasure.
And many shovels helped me dig.
But a stranger came in a stranger way,
and took the shovel from my hand.
I felt by his smile he might lift me out.
But instead,
he said lie down.
And so there I lie
prepared to die,
as he shoveled the dirt back in.
And I heard him shout from up above,
don’t be scared, my friend.
Because I was once laid in that same place
And yet now…here I am.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 10:10 AM UTC
A lonely petal fell from the stem,
a once promising
diadem.
Caught
in a moment,
by an invisible hand.
That placed it on the stem again.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 9:40 AM UTC
Once so close
You and I
but two had to die.
Now this face
from Yours
lies hid.
You died
for me
but I never did.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC
The banner above the garbage fill,
was yellow with the smell of wasted years
and marked my homecoming.
Like the dog who found his *****
I recycled my sin.
But the stench was veiled this time,
upright and translucent.
Not the bottles brown with stigma
but with sweat and self esteem.
The boy had grown up and learned
vanity looks like virtue to the unsuspecting eye.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
He drank devotion from a straw,
never intending much
and suspecting just the same.
He sought You second.
With potter's hands,
moulding a clay heart.
Crawling to the years gone by
And one second closer to the kiln.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
It was never a pleasure back then,
to find a flood of scribbles
on every journal page.
Left by little hands,
in our busy home.
They fade though, those dewdrops.
Each day revealed quieter ink,
the result of fast-moving feet and
lives.
And by now, the pages have grown silent
and the inks run dry.
And empty are the days spent
tracing scribbles in my mind.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC
Soaked in sin.
Hit the floor
at 10am.
A mother’s love,
soaked in tears.
Compelled to pray
for wasted years.
And the Echo of the Ages
hears a hearts last call.
Back from school,
a once unholy home.
The boy stands still,
a calm he hadn’t known.
A new dad. Together,
knees now on the floor.
I tell you son, we don’t live here
anymore.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC
Here I am still,
roaming the desert of the Jones’.
Looking for pure water,
to find where my soul’s home is.
I’ve got this canteen I carry
that’s never satisfied.
Some found pure water
But I am still so dry.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC