Sometimes before
putting out the
light for bed, I
ask myself: where
have you been
all day... how did
you get here?
With a matter of
factness that could
chill a ghost.

Flowers breathe and wilt through you
Rainbows envy the tint you go through
Even night was lost in your eyes
Depths of ocean were drowned as you rise
Cannot utter what you really think
Eh?
Lucidly, a vast mystery.

I heard you were going away
On a one week holiday
This makes me sad for sure
You are the one I adore

Its only a week I know
The time, how fast will it flow?
My hope is quite quickly
Without you I get a bit prickly

Its no secret I am into you
So remember, without you I'm blue
Your sweet words I'll miss
But mostly your kiss

While you are away, I'll catch up on books and work
I guess that will be a perk
Not wanting to seem unsteady
But I miss you already

The Past does not define me,
The Future has yet to come.
What is now, is all we have here,
Just hear the Present hum.

Freedom rush, moving to the Dance.
Of one whom through all of their Hurt.
You Minster, to others in the same mindset.
Using one's Hurt, Sorrow, and their Pain.
To reach out to those others whom are Broken.
So that they too can see your Might and Glory.
Then come unto you for their Healing as well.
For only you can comfort us in our Sorrow here.
Only you can save us whom got lost on our Path.
To find you the Great I AM, our true Salvation .
Is in you only. thank you O Saving Creator God.

The stone Angel fascinates me
and repulses me
It stands about 8 feet tall in a fountain
Its made of white fake stone
It pees
He wears a gown and has wings
His white hands gather around his middle holding a far too small water jug
Unless your within 2 feet of it
You can't see the little stone jug
It stands at the Corner of Tennessee Avenue and Beech Street here
*******
in front of an ugly little strip mall
I walk by it and we smile together
That Angel and I
I said to it one day," How lucky you are to get to eternally **** on this MayBerry Hell"
He smiled back
He pees as the children play by
As temporary lovers hold hands
He pees as the old people hobble by with their canes
When giving directions, people here actually say,"You know, it's down by where that Angel pees." ***
Sometimes I wish I were he