she watches curiously
the shadows of the world
as Innocence slowly slips away

clouds
pink orange
float past
like the venetian gondolas
sing to me Ambroso

she peers through the fogged windows
cold as winter frost
mountains seem mere specks
particles of unappreciable magnitude

oceans engulf masses of land
strange orchestrations
slowly encroaching

views the sandy depths
of the clear Caribbean sea
marking majestic patterns
of explainable riddles

heavens in the skies
she peers
hoping the sense of the world
will embrace her beautiful mind

for if not,
they’re of lackluster solidarity
these passing days

I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were ****** in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a ******* spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.

*-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015

If tomorrow is like today there will be no tomorrow