Underneath the ironically dim light
of the neon-inspired bar,
you line up for a picture
and struggle to disguise
a misshapen smile—
perfect, I call it
and you call me insane.

But your mirror can’t show
how my skin tingles
when your cheeky grin
catches me across the room,
or the perfect fit of your lips
pressed against mine.

Sighing, I look
at your close-lipped smile
and think of the gap
you painfully hide,
a small space just big enough
to be perfection redefined.

Cars skip pass the Mill Road this cloudy afternoon ,
screaming by like volunteer Firemen heading to a field afire ,
running like the Governor has come to town , like a farmer struck oil
with his tractor plow ... You folks are speeding in vain , for their will be no escaping the rain , regardless of what you may have under the hood ,
or what the talking head on Tv has told you ... A rainy , early afternoon in February in this part of the world means showers the remainder of the day , you can rest assured ....

The weighted press of measured steps on stair
accompanied by an echoed call to the familiar.
The first syllable of her name severed  midway,
yet it tolled long after the utterance rang out.
The comfort of routine;
tethers of association
snapped under the strain of realisation.
A mocking gift from forgetfulness...

...she left him..

Mechanical body shifts
fighting urges to hesitate and listen to her vanished sleeping breath.
Vacant the cold bedroom,
the chamber harbouring her scent on fabrics, pillow and scantly furnished dresser top.
Each sniff raw as salt on opened wounds.
She left
and left him
only remorseful residues
from the harvest
of three years and five months.

I'm afraid
I know its not a manly thing to admit
Strong people shouldn't feel fear
And I am strong
I believe I am

Like all my memories as a child
I saw things others couldn't
I was so strong then
I bled until there was no blood left
And I am still live

And this curse I can't lift
This want that I can't purge
This ghost that follows me
This failure, this disease
This pain I can't forget

I'm afraid
That this oyster has no pearls
And I can fight against the tide
To look some more
And never find

Like all my memories of you

Democracy
Is a dolphin
It jumps high
It falls soon
It is always
Chained in water

In times of uncomfortable, we struggle here in this here Life.
We feel overcome by our struggle or pain that we deal with.
But with each passing of it, we realize that we are stronger.
Knowing that once more the Creator of the Heavens above.
Has strengthen us with his renewing strength that comes from him.
For his Holy Spirit resides within us, helping us to be a over comer.
Thus revealing God our Lord is our Savior and Lord that saves us.
For he gave not to condemn us, but to open our eyes to sin here.
So that through his Help and obedience we can lay down our sins.