The shadows dividing yesterdays fell down upon today,
from happiness to sadness, against each they do betray.
Borrowed free will, low on spirit isn’t enough to take me through,
careless past was dancing in freedom if only today was too.
Ever reaching for a childhood I hold on so **** tight
to the hopes that wrapped up those fears and got me through the night.
But there’s nothing left to reach for just a stilted grown up reaction,
where multiple masks hide the facts so I lose myself in that distraction.
Too many rhymes to purge the pain and maybe set disenchantment free,
to arrive today, sight still blurred but not buried by debris.
Remembering simple illusions bonded with post traumatic stress,
provoked contradictory reactions when untangling the mess.
To rewind the clock and polish the dust wont take me to contentment,
just cut me open and deepen the wounds then bring me more resentment!
Decaying memories, twisted by time prey on any random second,
that sometimes even looking back doesn’t need to be beckoned.
Still, I look behind in the hope that I can breathe in just the thought,
at the wreckage of my time so far and all the battles that I fought.
Take some answers from the past and tie them with tomorrow,
to create a new chapter of equilibrium where I never need to borrow.
But I know myself and how I play, I need the black to colour the white,
the sorrow always grounds my smiles and  I can revel in the fight.
I write it all regardless of pain or which one is the lethal dose,
timeless in my quest to destiny, I’ll spend it chasing ghosts.

Grace is the girl down the street,
who sings,
and smiles,
and laughs.
Grace is also the dancer
who lives in ballet shoes,
and spends hours on end
hurtling through the air
in practice.
But above all,
Grace is like rain
that falls froms the heavens
and splashes us with bits of the
Saviour.
It stirs our souls with powers,
and paints them with forgiveness.
Grace is the life saving
antidote from our sin tainted lives.
Grace calls us from the dark, and leads us to the light.
Grace feeds us, clothes us, and makes us whole.
Grace.

Angels high above the earth,
gave to you this gift at birth,
a gift to sing like those above,
a voice that brings both joy and love,

Each time i hear your wondrous voice,
my heart and soul, they do rejoice,
you bring me up when i am down,
you make me smile each time i frown,

your music is my guiding light,
my guardian in the darkened night,
a burning torch within the dark,
upon each quest that i embark,

lost, without your voice, i'd be,
it means so very much to me,
your talent is by no means small,
you are a gift from god, to all,

an angel's voice is seldom found,
but with such voice, you have been crowned,
please stay with us and sing your song,
forever would not be too long.

Four panes of glass separate
myself.
I wear them like
a box,
switching between
the masks.

But your words
have weight.
They press
and tap,
each tap
clatters the panes
in a shackling manner.

When the eyes ink
over from years
of smudging,
rubbing
only makes it worse.

I flinch
as a snap
attacks.
Grim leaks
and seeps
onto the floor
as I climb.

The walls get slick
as my feet stick
and the muck
keeps me
inside.

you aren't a hero
stop trying to save me,
i don't need your help,
or your pleas for
the old me.
i never chose
the life i am living,
nor did i choose
to be the person i am today.
you cannot do anything,
to guide be back
to the me you used to know,
so please stop trying.

Have you ever held your hand still
Just above a river’s passing water
Liquid rushing by reaching for your skin
Jumping up; eager to commune with you
Beckoning you to dip a finger in

A crescent reflection of pure light
shines above in black velvet.
Miniscule stars dance with it,
enthralled with mystic mirth.
One little star, tired from the excitement,
decides to rest; its path glows behind it.
Quickly, hurriedly, it streaks
through dark fields, transcends
over tall mountains, rushes along
cold, winding rivers.
Suddenly it stops, cradled by earth;
Its final respite.