So much wrestling
it was only me I was jesting -
With the future unknown
The way I knew it
was a struggle to view it -
All that lay ahead
To let go of the fear
which always clung so near -
A concept foreign to me
But the freedom found within
and letting go of that sin -
Came from when to Trust I fled.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
The beauty of man
A gentle wrinkle in one’s hand
Caught in a storm of sand
Life drifts on
A glance revealing such willful daring
Telling of thoughts about her caring
Never to be caught swearing
Love out loud
So proudly kept quiet
Notions out loud equal riot
Pale cheeks slowly to turn violet
Lent feelings displayed
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
The weather's warming up
And raindrops come to play,
We'll see if they be drizzles
or a downfall that will stay.
Intimate words they'll ring out
While bouncing up the walk,
Rather funny how they do that
Without the ability to talk.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Are you aware of how you affect me?
Of the ways that you make me crazy
for you?
I could spend all day by your side.
And don't ask me, I can't explain it.
Not at all.
Except maybe I can,
I see the divine in you.
It ***** me in like a howling wind,
and I am but a feather caught
in the gusts and blows of
your storm.
(I think) this was the way it was intended.
Some sort of supernatural inclination
towards a bond so deep.
That's what we're always seeking, no?
And there isn't one fairytale that likens itself to us,
to what we are,
except maybe all of them.
Because all the love stories are the same (even in their difference).
The constant pull towards something stronger than flesh,
deeper that words,
and softer than lonely hearts
who've found in each other the force that heals sadness.
It's really all around.
In our hearts, written on our souls.
The divine in you is so attractive,
I can only see love for what it is,
to try and know love for who He is.
Something in you is so Good,
to me.
Because of Him.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
Slain in the Spirit
Walking amongst the clouds
Hand in hand with the Savior
Oil flows through my hands
It’s dripping from His side
And I am beside Him bleeding out
A heaviness is upon me
But not one so oppressing
It’s like a warmth and blanket
Baptized in the Spirit
Where “He is a friend of mine
The God of angel armies
Is always by my side.”
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
You tucked me in
with your kind words,
the ones you wrote on paper.
Sent in the mail,
slow like a snail,
but the wait was more
than worth it.
So now I'll keep these
treasured words,
inside my mind and heart -
(for you)
To rock me to sleep
I'll always keep
as a place where
sweet dreams
can start.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
To brand new horizons, across the vast wide sea,
The God to whom I'm praying, believes so much in me.
He says that I'm not barren, I'm the fruit of His own vine.
But sometimes I feel badly, for I fall so many times.
Into this great abyss, of lies and twists and turns,
so sadly was I walking
down the road that made me burn.
To bright and new beginnings, my candle shows the way,
I follow in the footsteps, where saints and angels play.
Surely we're not lonely, though it seems we need so much!
I will try to tell you strongly, my dear, that desire is not a crutch.
But don't think that desire, that want that's always there,
can be satisfied with worldly things,
those things that can ensnare.
To lovers who are joyfully invited in the truth,
who wait for true love's fulfillment, in a castle weatherproof.
They know the bounds of where they walk, they know they way is hard,
But having faith in things unseen, can often help at large.
For whom but Him can he be for she? Or him for her we wish?
That’s just they way the world goes ‘round,
Like a beautifully swimming fish.
To romping around with new curtails a-flying,
our heels kicking up in the breeze.
Little foals on the inside, we neigh out some horsie-pride
With laughs floating up high, giving breath to the summer trees.
Let your hair down and out, dance like tomorrow’s the end-
because everyday is a gift.
I know not the time, but if it’s this mountain we climb,
why don’t we strive to reach the top?
Together, He said, so I felt safe in my head
knowing that I would never He drop.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
I cannot express
the
gratitude
I feel
for those
who say
what
they feel.
Thanks
for letting
us all
in.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
I got to see your face tonight,
isn't it amazing how technology works?
Although I don't like to say, "got", really,
because it doesn't sound too poetic, really,
and it would only be true if I had you.
Sure, I was given a chance to see your face,
and that gift I would gladly take anyway, anyday.
But I wish I could behold you in person,
have you next to me.
It's only that you are out there, while
I am in here... see?
What's the use in complaining though,
who am I to distress?
I have so many blessings,
in the scheme of things,
this is but a
tiny test.
So I'll just keep truckin',
as the people seem to say,
and rejoice in the comfort that
we'll see each other soon,
some day.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
Mah gurls
we like to play nice
drinking cinnamon
with some yummy spice
all around the town we run
we's just out to have some fun
floppin like a fish
can you take what we dish?
No, don't even try
to guess as to why
we like rap it out
in our hick accents shout.
So only can we say
IMA TAKLE YOU TODAY
and roll on on the floor,
pull hair and screamin
till we're cryin and we're peein
and we flaunt our European
sacrums.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC