Dear Lord,
Forgive me for all my sins those I commit knowingly and those I commit unknowingly
Lead me in your paths,
Heal me of my illnesses,including the prevailing ones,
Oh Lord deliver me from evil,
Protect me throughout this day
Be with my friends and my family,
And everyone around the globe,
Lord heal the sick,let your grace shine on them,
Through Christs name I pray,amen

the way you snort when i make you laugh too hard
the way you look up at the stars and tell me how insignificant you are
the way you make me feel ****** and happy at the same time
the way you get sad when somebody says hi to you and you realize you didn't say hi back
the way you make me feel important when i'm not
the way you talk about something you love
the way you get scared, when thinking about whales
the way you hate yellow skittles
the way you love reeses christmas trees
the way you love target
the way you utilize the word "melancholy"
the way you hate jelly on a pb and j
the way you feel about death and the unknown
the way you observe art
the way you talk about your love for stories
the way you fell in love
the way you make me feel
-a list of the things i love about you

We wear our helmets
Together with our suits for race
I am the driver
You are my co-driver

Buckle up! Seat belts on
We're ready to race
Radio's on, I let you decide on which station
Ready? Get set. Let's start the chase!

We start smoothly
Our gear's not even on three
I step up the gas
Let's speed up and fast!

I don't really see the need to rush
But since we're on the track
Better give it our best shot
Or else we'll lose the bout

Also, there are competitors
Whose pace we can't help but to compare
They have such high scores
Which subconsciously became our goal

Then came rough roads
I swerve from left to right
We go off road
Several times

A **** after a ****
Seems like an under-construction ramp
"Watch out!"
And then a bump

Blood and bruises
Filled our faces
You looked at me with so much blame
But, hey, isn't this a tag-team game?

Sure, I was the one holding the steering wheel
But you were my co-driver, sitting at the passenger seat
You were the one in charge to navigate
To follow your instructions was all I did

I admit I had troubles as well
Insecurities, jealousy made me tremble
I felt I made an impossible gamble
But, I am very sorry, I am human after all

I cannot see your tears
You're not that easy to read or I'm just bad at it
But I have to take a guess
You're very sorry as well

We looked into each other and we had the hint
We had to change our views for this trip
Ah, I know what action would fit
We smile as we said, "In this race, we quit."

I started the engine
And we buckled up again
We quit the race, but we didn't quit our journey
We'll continue slowly but surely, as we enjoy the sceneries

We've had enough of contests
Championships that never had any winner
Championships that only brought stress
It's not the destination, but the journey which matters

If ever in case you resign as my co-driver, however
I'll probably hire another
After forever?
Or I'll just also quit as a driver

I hear something in me
.
.
.
I just realised it's a heart beat

Ball my fists
And hunch my shoulders
Swinging wildly
Til knuckle meets boulder
Does the earth merit my blood?
Do my bones merit the mud?
My voice becomes a vessel for words reserved for sailors and such
And my belly a sloshy sloppy pocket of ***
Writhing is my skin
At the thought of him within
Alone with no means of defense
Where defense means offense
And offense brings a means to an end
But I'd rather not think on the end
As I'm only about to begin
So I make a fist
And swing
Until nerves breach the bone
And veins burst within
I've known splinters and flint
And broken glass on skin
I know what it is to go without breath
And drown in the sink
This is just another week

Outside of poetry
I would still be living a life
lightened and carefree
merrily chatting with wife.

I would let a poem rise in my head
throw to wind and see it dead
return to sky all breath of pain
watch them fall as joyous rain.

I would darken the screen let it sleep
burn the poems with none to keep
retire to the nook not been for long
brush up the web on a dusty song.

To be away from poetry I would strive
sail on the river go on long drive
snuggle tighter to a fathomless space
outside of poetry discover happiness.

I think there is a connection
Between the tides and me
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Sometimes running, sometimes slow,
And most of all
Sometimes violent and sometimes refusing to flow.