Cover the emotions you wear on your sleeve
So they won't detect your pain.
But hold firmly to what you believe
And flourish like flowers with rain.

They want to cut out your tongue.
They want to extract and burn your eyes.
But don't panic, turn and run.
Only resist their bags of lies.

Promise to protect your tongue.
And remember to correctly perceive.
But don't panic, turn and run
With your emotions dangling from your sleeve.

You've worn me out
Until I'm leaning like the letter Z,
Trying to find support
From the ground
Or from anything that's around
Just so you can be like an oak tree.

I've carried you.
I've supported you.

And as the bright eye in the sky begins to close, And the night descends upon us like warm peace, You peel me off your feet
And leave me exhausted
And alone.

Then we continue again tomorrow.

I'm placing my love for you in a
Crystal clear bottle
With a red cork.
Bottled up just for you
And gently releasing it from my brown fingers
Until it splashes into the bright blue ocean.
Then it can be free to make its journey to you.

The waves and wind will wash
This bottle of my love upon the soft shore of your heart.
Bottled up just for you.

My love, the most precious essence I possess,
That I freely release into the cool ocean,
Knowing that angels will keep it safe with their black wings
Until my love arrives at the midnight shore of your heart.

Sincerely,
Destiny
July 1, 2013

Steams rose from the red ***
Like angelic dancers
Dressed in gray and white,
Twirling,
And he silently stirred the red ***,
Stirring with that silvery spoon,
Stirring slowly.
Finally she realized he, the devil,
Was stirring her pain,
Stirring her anger,
Just stirring her life
Into a bitter ***.
And she became exhausted
In that heated red ***
That was filled with blazing anger,
Bitter herb, and battered emotions.
He silently stirred her like unseasoned meat
In a steaming ***
Until she lost her flavor.
Then she remembered to pray.
And faith rescued her from the heat,
Imprinting healing in her heart.
Now she is forever flavored with the love of God.

Copyright 2012
Destiny Diadem

He keeps asking me if I love him.
And he makes it seem as if
He really needs my love.
But deep in the back door of his heart,
Where the grass is hiding from the sun,
And where the rusty clock is hanging from a broken wall,
I believe the ticking in the clock fell asleep,
And he has stopped loving me.

Copyright 2012
Destiny Diadem

Piano dancing in black and white
Drum and stick in a fight
Lights standing like angels against the night
And the saints twirled like daisies in white

Guitar looking like a dancer leaning
The music kissed every heart with meaning
The dusty ***** choked while screaming
And the saints' spirits started dreaming

Imperfect people giving God praise
Imperfect worship with hands raised
The church, their guide in the maze
As they serve God all their days

More than just changed.
A living testimony.
Coined by Jesus.
Bought with a price.  
Yes, costly.

I’ve changed,
Glowing softly
Like a nickel
In this dark world.

I’m changed.
More than just
A buttercup
In the day.
But a golden smile
In contrast
To the shadows,
In contrast to the fog,
In contrast to the tombstones.

I’ve more than just changed.
I’m a testimony with wings,
Bought with a price,
And given a prize,
Life.

The currency that
Christ used to purchase
Me was His
Blood.

I’ve changed…

Copyright 2011

I lay my soul upon a pillow
And it closes its weighty eyes.
It rests freely like a willow,
No longer weary of my cries.

Serenity closes the shades,
So my soul can rest a bit longer.
Stress trails off as it fades
And my sweet soul grew stronger.

Copyright 2011

What is beauty?
Is it you?
Or is it the lanky girl with a giraffe attitude?
What is it? Please tell me.
Is it you?
Or is it the strong man with muscles bulging through?
I say, what is beauty?
Is it you?
Is beauty the lady with face white as snow?
Or is it the boy with radiant teeth all in a row?

What is beauty?
It is the woman with a midnight frame?
Or perhaps it’s the gentleman with the famous name.
What is beauty?
Does it have a certain look?
Can we all read about it in an exclusive book?

Is beauty long curly hair?
Is it **** and fair?
Is it dark and proud?
Does it whisper or speaks aloud?
Is it the angry chick that’s been abused?
Is it the dude that’s been refused?
Is it the rich house?
Is it the old shack with a mouse?
Is it the evil ones that cheat?
Is it the ones who eat not meat?
Is it the ones who lick tears?
Is it the ones who hide all their fears?

What is beauty?
Is it you?
Is it you?
Is it me?

The cover might be torn.
The pages might be worn.

But never judge a book by its cover.
Never know what you'll discover.

There's so much beyond what's seen.
Just need to respect the poor as well as the queen.

The words might've suffered scorn.
The theme rejected before being born.

But never judge a book by its cover.
There might be a gift for you to discover.

The healthy now the ones mourn.
Disabilities sprouting like corn.

Never, I say I never judge a book by its broken cover.
Because in the fragility hides what you must discover.

Copyright 2011

I sigh over a childhood that was nailed to a cross.
Captured memories return home knocking
Though they were lost.

I sigh deep in the cracks of my soul,
Remembering childhood as it rolled,
Echoing stories untold.

I sigh over what will never again be.
I lament over my childhood,
But is there anyone mourning for me?

Hold on to the hands of those who love you.
Never think of letting them go.
Tell them that you appreciate them
When times are high or low.

Those who love you are close by,
So stop looking for what you already got.
Your blessings are close to you.
Standing beneath the sky so blue.

Thank God for the sunflowers in your life.
Sprinkle them with your water of gratitude.
Also find the time to stop and smell the roses
Because that is the right attitude.

Don't ever go looking for what you already got.
Your cups of love already overflow.
Thank God for all the people who care for you,
And promise you will never let them go.

Hold them close to your heart.
They've always loved you with a love that's strong.
Remain in your garden of genuine love,
Knowing that they've loved you all along.