To dilligently seek his forever face
focused eternally upon his giving grace
even in squals that hover
under his wing you hide in compassionate cover
Knowing the love that longingly lasts
to hold you like an anchor sure and steadfast
pressing on towards whats in wait
your refining process toward the heavenly gate
Never lose sight of where your going
no matter what the evil one has thrown
for storms and squals open opportunity
to glorify his name in broken community
Shine bright like the night star
breaking bounderies in cities near and far
taking hold of Pentecostal power
leading people to his refuge and tower
Like Pentecost the Spirit will fall
then they will hear his compassionate call
"There's nothing to fear"
"My child come near"
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 1:56 PM UTC
Beyond the drone of pitiful noise
lays his nightmare silent voice
dark treacle running through
his vindictive veins
shouting for spilled scarlet floods
in the arena of his rebellious reality
We ask
Where
Why
How
is the psyche awakened
of a heinous human
As he premeditates malicious ******
in his razor wire embroiled shell
venting vicious violent thoughts
from his cauldron
overspilling with the essence
of things past
Into abhorent action
it bounces and bounds
'Heres Johnny'
the sun rising for him
as it sets for another
he's lifted from his numbness
adrenaline gushing
through his warped floodgates
saturating the twisted air he breathes
without it he is but a nobody
drowning in the normality
of real reality
Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
Trepadation stares its way
as the cage doors are raised
people like ants
on the sweet taste
of the sugar of consumerism
lost in the highs it brings
smiles return to once long faces
it was but a distant memory
to be cut from humanity
relationships chord cut
when a virus awakens
an emptiness that dwells within
easy for some to return
as if sliding into a new pair of shoes
for others it will be squirming
and squeezing
into too many sizes small
do we forget the pain of others
admist our own selfish endevours
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 2:25 PM UTC
Dwelling where the tears cry blood
echoed nightmares ghost my tortured shell
In streets not paved in gold
but misery mountains that I scale everyday
wearily sauntering around their slippy slopes
As I die a little bit more everyday
Sitting on my concrete throne
chained to the only thing I know
an abyss of loniless
my friend
my foe
As I die a little bit more everyday
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 1:42 PM UTC
Freshly sharpened knives slice
at my numb skin
as I bound forwards bleary eyed
in the blueness of the morning
I breathe in the freshness of its delights
head awakened
in a juggernaut of thoughts
the expanse of being
suddenly aware
of a dark shadow
in the recesses of a shop door
it shifts quickly from my peripheral vision
I'm suddenly drawn to it
as my curiosity wells up inside
of my cold shell
I feel like the cat who is just about to spend all nine lives
uncertain of what lies in the boxed doors
to material worth.
"Hello"
whimpers the voice of the unknown
my eyes acclamatise
to the darkness in front
in view now
a dishelved man slumbered
face old beyond his years
he catches my eyes with his sad gaze
emminating from them
is the story of a journey of old
a soul lost in the past
such desolation
stonniness conjured
in the blink of an eye
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
Spiders eggs hatching
consume my weary fractured vessel
embodied in canals of conflicting emotion
muted to the outside world
Ghost in a shell
wondering in the valley of death
fallen debris pierces my conscience
floating on the monsooned mayhem
Kamakaze in-flight and bound
thoughts chained in steel
painted in perilous poison
maiming every interaction
Train stops with sudden jolt
in its tired teary tracks
unaware of the pittiful plight
deep sighed breath in rescued relief
And then again
and again
and again
AND AGAIN
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
She didn't know her name
her label for life
such a travesty for a beautiful soul
to be lost in her identity as a young woman
"Sarah"
came the call from the distant left.
"Rebecca"
from the far right.
alas none of these tags felt like they belonged to her spirit lost in a wayward world
she was found on a crystal clear night
stars ablaze in their glory
abandoned at the docks
where ships delivered their bountiful cargo.
she was a cargo so dainty and precious
in amongst the robust ships and containers
they found her by the old rickety rail tracks that led to nowhere
once used but now forever forgotten
she had deep blue eyes
that sang a soulful song everytime you gazed upon them
this is her story
the one who was found
the girl with no name
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 4:51 PM UTC
Sweet smelling nectar floats fervently
Its auroa encompasses our aching beat
as our branches intertwine our rosey clarity
everlasting binding forged for two
grafted upon a ray of serene beams
her emerald gaze pierces my scarlet thread
spilling secrets never told
intoxicating vivid vivacious veil
falls with its spells attached
roaming the shores of fragrant forever
to be yours
to be known
to be loved
beauty
itself
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 5:00 PM UTC
Barbed wire intrinsic thought
in the trenches forever caught
wearily wraps conscious care
in nomansland laying bare
bullet grazes flesh is torn
tear gas erupts heavens mourn
battle of malicious mind
bayonets cross the ghastly grind
ensnared in perpetual prison
doubtful fear rambunctiously risen
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
To speak of the silent voice
would be to be laid bare
as the world glares on
gavel in hand ready to slam downwards
passing sentence to another
Imagine thyself
encapsulated in the looking eye
gavel dissolves with a heart melt
pondering their weary woes of ticking time past
Tear trickles your consciousness
meandering through vascular alleyways
no longer bound by piercing sight
but flourishing in a garden of unconditional compassion
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 8:30 AM UTC