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Randy Lee May 2016
When I seek to find true love...
I always end up finding drugs
Randy Lee May 2016
This...
This is my temple...
This vessel...
This vessel that I wrestle with...
This sanctuary of dreams...
This vehicle of persistent reality...
What do I see?
Who is there reflecting me?
Could I reach inside the glass sands of time and grab my reflection... the one serving its purpose, dangling like a carrot of love...
But only on the surface...
DO I see?
Or am I blinded by time...
Not only blinded, but created!
Made to be manifest!
Drawn into a new world, where the past and future rule the slave class, where the only real moments scream out of blood curtling desperation from the awful beast inside my brain...
that beast which is me, shackled with things and desires, chained up by pleasure and lust and administering drugs that keep my soul in hospice...
I must awaken my reflection...
I must shatter my perception...
I must create myself!
For I am the god of this temple...
This vessel...
Created for me...
Randy Lee May 2016
reality is like Mario Kart
dropping endless bananas on my heart
and time has gone too far
with all its technology
that claims to be smart
full of knowledge you can see
yet it goes dark for love
so I depart
I've had enough
Randy Lee May 2016
faith in truth outside of fear
let go the vessel no longer steer
accepting being
trusting feeling
free will becomes divinely clear
Randy Lee May 2016
who am I truly... even spiritually?
because every time I think I'm there,
I peel back another layer,
and again it isn't me...
Randy Lee May 2016
I never truly know
who I am or where I am going
but I can no longer deny
that my love within knowing
creates and vibrates
so overwhelmingly strong
when my energy is flowing
like a river
from my glowing heart
permeating my celestial soul
Randy Lee Apr 2016
the sun kisses my skin
as mud from a star
on a glorious evening night
with the moon not so far
and as I watch the wind flow
gently into my face
I wholly feel within
a pulling toward the notion
that  I would rather be
no other place than where I am
and all I want to do
is be grateful to God
for who I am
beyond being a man  
now as Love manifest
with a golden tan
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