The more you lie,
the more your truths
seem less likely.

Resurrection found from the water.
As the golden heart reemerges from the
purification.

Blood stream pumping my grace.
Water digesting my sin.
Confessions of my humanity.
Sharing fear, fare share of love, and
death itself.
I continue the cycle of health.
In each life, for the search of God, I resume
in stealth.

Some alive people,
are just dead to me.

Watch for the poison,
in the search for hydration.

All that hate,
can’t stop me,
from loving you

I cut down the sunflowers,
just to brighten up your day.

It’s the last day of August and,
the scorching summer has been lost.

The nights sky’s vacation is off break.
Sunsets are falling closer and closer to the night shift’s power trip.

As the cold wind blows, the fire extinguishes.
Autumn’s life for the moment, all we can do is nothing, but enjoy it.