I actually thought this ****
Voices were encouragement
Deserving it
That flourishes
With nurturance
And purposeness
A worthless word discourages
But jesus returns the world from
Murderous
Destruction
Of governments
Corrupted greed
And people without words to fit.
The urgent times
That emerge from surface looks
And ownership of
Currency
You think determines it
You still feel worthlessness
No matter earnings
Or status. Terms of searching
Left unfollowed
Untill your emptiness resurfaces
Its head is like an urchin
With a body of a life built on
Self esteem determined by purchases
Never returning love
To those who've truly earned that ****.
I speak as if I'm perfectness
In fact I'm pre determined
To emerge as being
Neither perfect
Nervous. Entitled or worthless
In a sea of certain defeat
I emerge a beast.
The mirror image of
Plural need.
My girls a freak.
My boys a beast.
In between is dreams.
Of worldly peace.
In earthly scenes that shoot like solar flares as time and space unfurls
Against a blackened sky
That hides its hurling mass into a further speed.
So free and in her perfect dream