Once the sun decided to stay awhile,
the locks melted away,
and no longer would I crave you —
face pushed between the bars.

You held me for the first time,
no restrictions between you and me.
And I dug my face in your embrace,
in order to find your heart.

The gates swung wide as we danced,
under the sun, under the stars,
and time was non-existent.
Were there really ever bars?

Traveling through time,
you finally looked at the clock.
The season ended, the bars re-locked.

I long for you for eternity it seems.
Forever I wait at the gates,
in hopes for your return.

The reality of life is this, there are no super-heroes to save the day.
So if you are expecting a person to come in and save your day.
Then think again, for that is Christ place, to save you all.
He is a jealous God, he wants no one else to take his place.
So wake up, realize that only Jesus can save any of us .
Then you shall see mighty miracles and wonders in your life.
For he shall save you from everything that is not of him.
He shall even save you from yourself, he is totally Awesome.

Founded in one fatal mission,
Where joy is merest rumour
And the two toned colours
Of dun flower are drowning
In sepia, where separation
Is touch, folded and kept
Like a lock of shocking red
Hair, fine grains in my eyes
Are stoning pebbles of grey.
Soft is the day and wandering,
Birds always sing, beaming
As they fly, rushing away,
I am stilted sound, hushed
In a vale shadow of whisper,
Flood lights of leaving ways,
Curtains to my moulded stage
And all the airs of outdoors
Mute, closed.

I used to think knowing God
Was sitting in church pews,
Reciting prayers,
And following rules,
That you could only find Him
In the shaming of the sinful
Controlling your thoughts,
Never questioning anything;
Not your faith,
Not your Pastor,
And certainly not Him.
But church pews tired my eyes,
And reciting prayers didn’t make my heart feel,
Following all the rules was restricting.
Shaming the sinful, well that was easy,
But it doesn’t mean it felt right.
Controlling my thoughts was impossible altogether,
And never questioning anything left me
Panicked
And scared.

But I still found God.

I found him in the city of New Orleans,
In a sea of thousands I never felt more intimate with Him
I saw him staring at me,
In the gleaming eyes of children,
And holding my hand
Through the trials I still face today.
I see him in eyes of the homeless beggars,
Walking on the streets with nothing to eat,
He's in my actions when I help the people
I have always despised.
I feel his presences always,
Filling me with hope and light.
I talk to him with tear stained cheeks
And white knuckles gripping the steering wheel,
And just because it’s not with my hands pressed together
And knees on the ground,
Doesn’t mean it’s nothing.
I have found God,
In places unexpected,
And that has given me light.

There are no lessons and no morals
There are only stories for us mortals
Every story spun like a spider web
With the same lethal trapping mesh
And closer like an entranced butterfly
We all dive head first into life's fatal lie
And then in the ****** ruse we struggle
Until the lattice puts an end to our troubles
Strangles us in the network God weaved
Death is the life we live; the air we breathe
To roam with madness in this contradiction
Is the mortal soul's only essential addiction
Looking everywhere for a web to draw us in
We forget it is a trap of ruin and placid sin

You always said your favorite part of me was my eyes.
Brownie batter with toffee bits.
Burnt, from living hell
and reaching to the sky
in search of heaven.
You hold my heart,
I hold my soul.
One is more important to me
then the other.
One you can keep, it's been long dead.
The other is infinitely alive.
It's mine alone.
I won't share this little piece of me.

hop scotch

a writer

pieces

break apart

like letters in words

of a poem to your loved one.

I demand

closure

disclosure

of my insides

rampantly splayed out

across your carpet.

I make myself known,

Uncanny,

flailing out,

released by phrases

set upon a page

I am relevant

only until

relevance is no longer

I am swayed by the ink

by your tongue.

Gasp.

I am not glory

As it all is undone.

Hold on.

To me darling.

As I break apart.

Letters

Of words

Stark.

Like those blank squares.