Am I awake or am I just breathing
Just want to be proud of a life leading
Now let me rephrase
Sickness sinks this is how I'm feeling
If I was just born to dig an early grave
And like a sitting duck
Smell of rust
Running water

Darling when you're shaking
Death will hold with still hands
This world is too small for our taking

Carefully your mind assembles
Brown eyes turn dead black
Your body trembles
Look down

The void seems empty and bleak
Nothingness is numb and lukewarm
Reaching out now, old bones creek
You begin to vanish into the void


The wells are dry
You choked on that one last wish

The clock strikes three
No place I'd rather be
Allow me to say something
It's heartbreaking to see
What we've created is gone
Now, we're moving on
I'm tattered and torn
Before my heart is reborn

I am proud to be a child of Christ, whom died and rose for me.
For without his sacrifice, all of my poems would be worthless.
About only dying here without any hope or joy or love in them.
But he did save me and others as well, so I do have true Hope.
So yes I am proud humbly proud of having been rescue by him.
For I am not saying this with pride but he has humble me with his love.
So yes I am by far so grateful to be a child of the True Living God.
I have seen so many wonderfully made and Awesome family.
That are my family through Christ my Wonderful Savior.

I am thankful for a God that saves.
One that loves me without ceasing.
One whom knows me, yet loves me anyway.
One that give.

. Margaux   1 minute ago
I am thankful for this life as His gift-
The life that gives me chances and choices
The life that trains and teaches me how to stand
The life that I should live to its fullest
s without expecting my freedom.

Nostalgia is a car wash
Where you're sitting shot gun
Front seat, lets watch the water run

And then we'll drive
Take a scenic path
Bathe in thorns and roses,
A ****** floral casque
Go back to the place we planted roots,
You're born again, lace up your boots
Feet are locked in, we're on the grid
We're alive tonight, everlasting kid

And if we reach an the end in our road
There's a million places we could go
The oceans breeze, or skinned knees
Graceful angles in the snow
The breaks are locked, the car skid
Iced roads tonight, you alright kid?

A highway has potential
Scenic as the scene of the crime
Big trees and pretty flowers
Don't compare to life lines, kid

And fighting for another breath
Someone heard the voices cry,
Is there a heaven? A god or so?
A hell or what's beneath?
Another empty bed, no sleep tonight
The fire in their eyes went out long ago, kid

~~
Catch you in the dreams
an unconscious thought
conscious gives up
all the desires go in vain
just only come and go

what will be your noun
what's the adjective
even where your existence
either in the unknown space
or disappeared

In front of the empty
but images in the bean
revolving wheel of time
between the light and shadows
have seen the dream

As if I found you
known in the mystic land
pushes the conscious passions
even in the subconscious illusion
Comes an unconscious thought
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

It feels good waking up early morning.
To Bless the Lord, the Lover of my soul.
For there was a time when God deliver me.
From cigarettes , my life was in total chaos.
Back then the evil demons kept attacking me.
Trying to drive me back to smoking again.
So much was coming against me back then.
But one thing I realize is that we rely on God.
Not on us when we become attack non stop.
For only his strength can get us through it.
But he was strengthening me into a overcomer.

The more we allow Christ to use us here my Friend.
The more that he shall use us to reveal himself here.
The more radiant that our Light shall become here.
The more that he shall bless us as well here on the earth.
The more that we shall see his Miracles and Wonders.
The more Gifts that he shall give us to use here too.
The more Healing, and more stronger we shall become.
For Christ loves to use us to reach out to the lost here.
To draw them unto him so he may save and heal them.

In the darkness,
Reverberation
… empties silence.

… tap; … tap; … tap.

The tapping?  
The pendulum‘s grandeur;
A passive state… to time.

Low, slow,
… distant echoes

A bid
… to serenity’s seduction.

Sweeping circuits,
Lap …long,
Against a pebble filled beach.

The tide calls;
Whoosh;  
…whoosh;
…whoosh;  
…whoosh;

Such foreboding waves
Call.

Surrender;
Approach,..;

Remember…;
Return…,

Taste …
The salty- sweet
… water’s sway.

Ache for desire;

To expose
… forbidden love’s impoverished tears;

An enchanting lure,
… hearkens

Come; … far
Beneath the rocky cliff.

My heart;
Wanting … ;

But no… !
Sanity holds…

It’s…  not time.

A snare’s line rings;
Time moves…;
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Time, waives protest
… to this recital’s longing embrace.

Home,
Simply composed;

A love’s submerging refrain.

A door,
… stills, open.

A room;
The keep;

Through a corridor’s long shadow,
The silence speaks,

Pride’s measure
… ticks.

… tap;
… tap;
… tap.  

Old tatters
Curtains dance.
Soothing drifts
…cool salty air.

… tap;
… tap;
… tap.  

A calm state;

Moonlight.

Relics of a heart;

Composing drama plays to shadows;
Cracks on old plaster walls.

Glimpses return
… where waning movements hide;

The essence of sound and silence
Intertwine.

An old window-seat
… gives audience to the stars.

In eyes of youth;
A young girl‘s heart… lives

Once more.
Time falls
Moments recede.

Ah, my love;
I hear the Harp’s comb play

As gentle as a sigh,..

Rolling Home…; Rolling Home…;
Rolling Home  across the Sea

A vow, misspoken;

To wait…;
Still…  

… tap;

… tap;

… tap.  

Golden hair;
Your fancy to heather’s yielding flow.

A hundred long strokes;
As… soft tenders weep.

An altering hue;
… fades of time.

Gold;
Silver;
Now, twists shimmer of soft white pearl.

Time combs these long old satin strands.

… tap;

… tap;

… tap.  

Youth now spent; To wear once more
Soft lavender, love-knots.

Ribbons flow…

Aging wrinkles where once
Plump lips reach desire;

Now, the gentlest breeze
… plays prey of a beating heart

Memories.
Take to flight.

… tap;

… tap,  

Yesterday is almost here …;

Years abandon
… to the dew scent heather;

Eyes close
To such need

… to touch.

To…

To…

… tap;

… tap;

… tap.

as lonely as the autumn wind
sighing, full of leaves,

china skies of powder-blue,

the day is filled with golden light,
the round sun hanging lower
its soft edges acrobats of cloud.

Why, did Christ protect me when in fact I should be dead.
Why did he surround me with so many different Angels.
I know that death try to grasp me, but Christ said no.
For he is my defender, my Savior, and my Loving God.
So many questions left unsaid ,that I had ask him.
Why was I so precious to him that he saved me so many times.
Why did I go through the things that I did in this here life.
Many questions that I need to ask him when we meet.
For there has been better people more suitable for this purpose.
So why was I so blessed by him to be protected so very much.