Dec 2017
Sitting on my thrown... A thrown of highly stacked orange chairs, all lined up in rows...
I looked down over the world, I was higher then even the tallest of my youth. I was no show
Simply claiming my kingdom of independence. Sitting up and watching like a lioness in demand
In demand of discernment and wisdom, for she can't afford failing... Visitors came unplanned
Tense...unprepared for this surprise attack, my heart leaped, shock forced my body to jump down...
Down to a lower level where I rightfully belonged... The third chain of a story broke promise, the ending of one of my neck's crowns
I ran, my feet punching the ground, not noticing the trail of scatter beads that followed my every foot step...
Too tiny for anyone to notice...black..and blue.. rolling away to hide.. not knowing these people's love had no depth
The jewel of the story flying away into a corner of a memory filled hall... the chandeliers crystal whispers were heard
Ignoring the callings of my fake name... I ran into the heart of the church... rows of pews starred at me... I didn't speak a word
More beads scattered behind me, as my emotions and feelings scattered along with them.
The silence never felt so dead as I ran towards the back, my soul singing a surrendering hymn.
The two left over neck crowns mourned for their lost friend, as I mourned over the lack of knowledge of the future
Again I heard my fake name... depression devoured my hunger in one swallow, the beginning of a tumor
"I... I just want to do your will... other may ask for love... or comfort... or wisdom... or answers... and that isn't bad..."
"...but all I ask and beg... is to have Your will be done... use me in anyway you see fit... it doesn't matter what I must suffer... I'll forever praise you and be glad..."
"Show me your will and way..." I confirmed... not caring if people saw me as fool of weakness and hopelessness...
I heard two sets of foot steps behind me, my skin on edge, my small cold hearted hands revealing their recklessness
Running out of the back exit, I heard my nick name again, freezing I turned around to see them panting from exhaustion
Two of my fellow followers if you will, took me captive, and reintroduced me to the loud company of people in motion
Only meaning the best, I followed them and lined up with the other Christ fighting soldiers
Hand over our hearts, I didn't feel the comforts of the third crowns jewel... my eyes scattering around the hollow gym... I saw beads roll of my shoulder...
Embarrassed... I back away from the line to wonder off alone... I left without being questioned
The beads on the floor shared with me their fears of being crushed, and loneliness. Telling me to ignore the session
Seeking around my thrown for answers... I found nothing... so off again I ran... plunging my self into the silence
My black rose laced arms cross I looked around for that bottled jewel. To it, I am a giant
More then a charm... more then something that hung around my neck... It was a story... a story that redirected my path...
The tiniest things can have the most incomparable meaning... like one of the five cities of the Philistines where Goliath came from; Gath...
Such a small detail we don't often recognize... But such a butterfly effect can create a rip the space time continuum.
I found my jewel... hiding alone in a corner in that hall that contained many beautiful moments that are anything but a residuum.
Filled with relief, I gently picked it up and hide it tightly in the palm of my hand
A little bottle filled with bird seeds and rock dove feathers, indeed it's vanity, but meanings should be scanned
Walking back to my piers, I couldn't help but to catch some of their eyes lay on me.
I don't blame them, I made a spectacle of my self over wanting to be alone and a charm, but I had to make a plea...
Entering my self into the group, I look towards the shining silver bleachers where my two chained necklace and bottled charm laid...
Silly of my to say... but someday the third chain will be restored... but it will have a new story to proclaim...
I still could see the scattered beads, they surround the people I claimed as my home, I know each face
Yes... My emotions are in a scatter, but at least they are scatter in the same place...
I looked down over the world, I was higher then even the tallest of my youth. I was no show
Simply claiming my kingdom of independence. Sitting up and watching like a lioness in demand
In demand of discernment and wisdom, for she can't afford failing... Visitors came unplanned
Tense...unprepared for this surprise attack, my heart leaped, shock forced my body to jump down...
Down to a lower level where I rightfully belonged... The third chain of a story broke promise, the ending of one of my neck's crowns
I ran, my feet punching the ground, not noticing the trail of scatter beads that followed my every foot step...
Too tiny for anyone to notice...black..and blue.. rolling away to hide.. not knowing these people's love had no depth
The jewel of the story flying away into a corner of a memory filled hall... the chandeliers crystal whispers were heard
Ignoring the callings of my fake name... I ran into the heart of the church... rows of pews starred at me... I didn't speak a word
More beads scattered behind me, as my emotions and feelings scattered along with them.
The silence never felt so dead as I ran towards the back, my soul singing a surrendering hymn.
The two left over neck crowns mourned for their lost friend, as I mourned over the lack of knowledge of the future
Again I heard my fake name... depression devoured my hunger in one swallow, the beginning of a tumor
"I... I just want to do your will... other may ask for love... or comfort... or wisdom... or answers... and that isn't bad..."
"...but all I ask and beg... is to have Your will be done... use me in anyway you see fit... it doesn't matter what I must suffer... I'll forever praise you and be glad..."
"Show me your will and way..." I confirmed... not caring if people saw me as fool of weakness and hopelessness...
I heard two sets of foot steps behind me, my skin on edge, my small cold hearted hands revealing their recklessness
Running out of the back exit, I heard my nick name again, freezing I turned around to see them panting from exhaustion
Two of my fellow followers if you will, took me captive, and reintroduced me to the loud company of people in motion
Only meaning the best, I followed them and lined up with the other Christ fighting soldiers
Hand over our hearts, I didn't feel the comforts of the third crowns jewel... my eyes scattering around the hollow gym... I saw beads roll of my shoulder...
Embarrassed... I back away from the line to wonder off alone... I left without being questioned
The beads on the floor shared with me their fears of being crushed, and loneliness. Telling me to ignore the session
Seeking around my thrown for answers... I found nothing... so off again I ran... plunging my self into the silence
My black rose laced arms cross I looked around for that bottled jewel. To it, I am a giant
More then a charm... more then something that hung around my neck... It was a story... a story that redirected my path...
The tiniest things can have the most incomparable meaning... like one of the five cities of the Philistines where Goliath came from; Gath...
Such a small detail we don't often recognize... But such a butterfly effect can create a rip the space time continuum.
I found my jewel... hiding alone in a corner in that hall that contained many beautiful moments that are anything but a residuum.
Filled with relief, I gently picked it up and hide it tightly in the palm of my hand
A little bottle filled with bird seeds and rock dove feathers, indeed it's vanity, but meanings should be scanned
Walking back to my piers, I couldn't help but to catch some of their eyes lay on me.
I don't blame them, I made a spectacle of my self over wanting to be alone and a charm, but I had to make a plea...
Entering my self into the group, I look towards the shining silver bleachers where my two chained necklace and bottled charm laid...
Silly of my to say... but someday the third chain will be restored... but it will have a new story to proclaim...
I still could see the scattered beads, they surround the people I claimed as my home, I know each face
Yes... My emotions are in a scatter, but at least they are scatter in the same place...
I know it seems like a silly, useless, non important poem/story event to write, but I don't know. It's was just kind of funny how my emotions came in synced with the objects that are connected to my talents. Yeah it was just a simple necklace and it didn't both me that it broke. Heck I can fix it XD but the charm couldn't have been replaced. Maybe I'll write a poem about the charm maybe it not :P. It was just a strange simple event that wasn't that big at all in the physical world, but in the mind in heart, it had a way deeper meaning. the Event wasn't even that noticeable XD but.... ehh... just kinda felt like this was something the Lord wanted me to write.
