my path is satiation
rage is my recreation
no more delineation
i crave your liberation
im caught in my own mire
bound up by my desires
cage of my own creation
im stuck between relations
sacraments and medication
breathed into my being
divisions my denomination
emptiness is what i'm feeling

all my hopes ive been misplacing
i lose my head in circle tracing
lines throughout my thoughts
fight to twist, untwist, each place they cross
i guess maybe i'm lost
and so i look for signs
create them where they're not

they say that desperate times
call for desperate measures
im so desperate for pleasure
i mistake it for pain
so hungry for help,
i could drown in a drop of rain
so take me deeper
i'm already under
what more is there to loose
ill breathe in fear
im underwater
this is the death i choose

sacraments not meant for tasting
ive spent my whole life chasing
but my life and self are recreating
and my guilt God is erasing

The shame of thoughts
of having said
Thus sin creeps into mind

But strength will come
when I have heard
This cause is hardly thine

All Victory is Mine!

My hopes flew quickly to bright flowers
strong and sweet
they gazed for hours
But now that strength has waned

My joy in flurried work
though first relieved in stress less space
soon borderlined on Shirk

This depressed state
is common now
when we mix our ink with paper
we sit in pools of swirling grey
and lose our whirlwind shaper

our hearts have fallen
through the rainbow air
and droop on dreary sills
our eyes are sick and only stare
at mirrors showing ills

Our psyches oh so wonderful
do quite forget their power
and don't remember
the angeled bower
on which they did alight

When winged insects
leave the sky
when butterflies do land
they do not ask their maker why
but trust this rest upon his hand

They eat and drink
they sleep and wait
They wait for Gentle eye to wink
And when they fly
don't wonder why
or call their leave too late

The grandchild sits
still in the forest open
breathing out her poison
breathing in her world
In her earthy awareness
for a moment her mind steals her away
to ponder the hungry parents
who arrived on a wintry day

No society has ever been devoid of change
but this one learned to crave
inspiration
like fire

No society has ever been devoid of cruelty
but this one learned to cramp
the very mind that shimmered
shimmered in that Fire

I sit in warmth and plenty
but the down of feathers
is too thick
it smothers

Every day I sit with you
a moment long enough
But my mouth opens only
to comment on your day
Tell you that your son is well
or sick
I'll come tomorrow at 10:15
I'll babysit an extra day
I'm sorry your cousin's girlfriend's sister
died in Paris Friday

When I talk to God I feel him drawing in
But like the pain of over fullness
I feel an empty in my heart
For I know an outlet's missing

I guess I'm close enough to tell
when the time is right to share
I don't need a foghorn in my ear

In the Fall
Your face arrived
And in the color
your cheeks
will round like apples in the trees
which gently fall their leaves