No one can claim to be blameless
while innocent people die.
We’re making the horror possible
by aiding or standing by.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
I walk on black crunchy sponge
barefoot, blank-minded, bedraggled
my backdrop is violent grey, green,
then white white white
wind whips my cheeks
then calms itself, calms me
I miss my sunshine on days like this
when the weather is rough
I appreciate it the most
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
(Mark, xi.17)
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart,
O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,
And leave the consecrated door.
Devoted as it is to Thee,
A thievish swarm frequents the place,
They steal away my hopes from me,
And rob my Saviour of His praise.
There, too, a sharp designing trade
Sin, Satan, and the World maintain;
Nor cease to press me, and persuade
To part with ease, and purchase pain.
I know them, and I hate their din;
And weary of the bustling crowd;
But while their voice is heard within,
I cannot serve Thee as I would.
Oh! for the joy thy presence gives,
What peace shall reign when Thou art there;
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm delightful house of prayer.
And if Thou make Thy temple shine,
Yet self-abased, will I adore;
The gold and silver are not mine;
I give Thee waht was Thine before.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
The scars are there
but they are hidden on the inside
Makes it easier for us to hide
They are not very pretty
but have learned to live alongside
Sometimes buried deep
Sometimes buried
beneath......
Life is made up of darkness and light
What matters most is how
We choose to act on this
Sometimes dark takes us for a spin
Then light finds us and cuts right in
We choose to believe there is
still beauty in this world
Bad stuff in life happens
But guess what? We are still here
There is always going to be darkness
Just look to the light when you can
Don't let life weigh you down
We can always begin again
Darkness doesn't have to be the end
Not when you have a sister....a
unique connection and poetic friend
*Love to you my sister/poetic friend K
aka Ghost of Jupiter*
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 6:40 PM UTC
My faith has been like waves on the ocean surface
Rising and falling in the storms of this caustic life
I've let my trust in the Almighty falter
I've let all my hope fall into despair
The cares of this life gnash at me
Searing my soul with burns
But my Abba holds me
He doesn't let go
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
to hide, to lie
to string dangling participles
along on metaphors
use poetry
where lips won't work
and mind can't find
The Way
let crystal crimsom flow
from serrated wrists
obscurity allows for
solshimmers of the ineffable
so don't eff it in the a
like a persie Snap channel
in the event that may potentially be a thing possibly occurring perhaps I dunno and I don't know what I don't know but it sureasshit would be nice to because me and truth are like this [crossies] and on occasion it comes and knocks on my door so the Uni bringeth and I laugheth all the way to the wet sodium facepalm speaking of which I don't like the taste of that **** I like my truth rare and still mooing would you believe I'm a vegetarian tho but still **** ******* like it raw crunch munch nom noms even though I slurp soup like there's no phoking tomorrow also down af for digressing and running onward and sideways stories from where the sidewalk never ends and I really don't think ours does plus it sure is the weirdest neatest thing ever did you bring the proper shoes darling I sure hope you can keep up in all the ways and FYI my door is not blasted off the hinges it's wisened and slightly ajar and I'm standing over threshold with eyes wide and slightly red because I waved goodbye to sunsets left for mf good but never got to see our light rise so just know that these wrung hands are actually open palms crippled from reaching and being singed on handles that seemed oh-so cool from my limited optical view like a mountain of honeycombed Dixie Crystal dust knees that you had been on yours praying for but gave the **** up on long before he walked in and changed EVERYTHING and I am so grateful but I am sad and I am hurt and I am confused but I am not scared like I once was of you and All our tea leaves foretold but scared I am of never really knowing you and the accompanying truths so please give it to me dagger deep I meant what I said and I said what I meant I like my men sharp and penetrative 100% and if you can't handle being earnestly struck by your own syntactic constructs direct in the ******** whinging outta my sometimes salty sacrosanct then me and you just won't do since that happens to be my forte as it were and maybe you're not up for the uphill to heaven with this mystical inferno but if you think perhaps maybe your life will never be the same without me in it someway somehow then let's fill the grey unnamed with a foundation of friendship where all is safe and found and all that means to me is everything so if you trust me to know the things about love a.k.a. the holy mystery which you ahem did as I recall with glowing warm curled around my formerly shaking cold then don't worry about getting back to it there's no such way to a thing it's there - always was, is, will be - it's just we're having this hooded entourage over for dinner first and honey I don't know if we have enough chairs but I'll sit on the floor with you and we can laugh and cry and eat sixteen courses of humble pie until the holy ghost enters the room which she undoubtedly will do and leave periodically only to return when we get all cozy and still or maybe upon the exodus of tears when all the walls have been torn down and we finally see clear through that one room has indeed been forged from two
or whatever
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
Confessions
(After St. Augustine of Hippo)
Late have I loved you,
beauty so old and so new.
Late have I heard your
gospel so graceful and true.
You were within me
while I was seeking the truth
out in the world and
wasting the years of my youth.
Vanity kept me
roaming in shadowy night.
Till you cried out and
showed me the way to the light.
Now that I’ve tasted
wonderful joy from above,
I am consumed and
hunger and thirst for your love.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC