We can all know Him, personally
And we can all speak in, verbal melody
I can’t pretend that You don’t exist
Cause I can’t resist the heaviness
I’ve been enlisted in
But I can feel Your willingness
And I want it to be me none the less

A Scene
Comes to mind.
Evading reality.

Waves
Of comfort
Covering.

A vast ocean
Of warmth
Descending.

Resilience
The framework
Surrounding.

Safe here
In this passageway
Pretending.

Love didn't end wars
It started them

As sun sets over the mountain,
crowning this miraculous country,
wreathing it in purest gold,
visions of absent glory
cleave to the luster hanging,
suspended above the contours
of this majestic empire,

and by the light of that brilliant corona,
enduring the blameless and bitter dusts of time,
a delicate mirage emerges,
chronicling the last vestiges
of the valorous heroes who came before,
who influence our proud and dignified march.

And where a ceremony awaits -
beyond the scope of that western realm,
beyond the reach of that bleeding sun
into which silhouettes now fade -
to laurel today's new hero with a crown
of golden light,
so too awaits the ecstatic promise
of a brand-new, untamed world.

i'm turning into
the skeleton that i see
in my closet

Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.