the heavy heart is a heathen
corrupter of better nature
committer of soul-treason

fueled by the miserable notion
that death is twilight
and life is dawn

to flight, to flail
to rage, to rail
to weep, to wail
to no avail

to unhope

and all of this minus the mercy

©Jason Cole

She looks in the mirror
At the age on her face
"I wonder what he thinks
of me this way?"

She considers her weight
and the pores on her skin
She thinks out loud
"I don't deserve him."

She picks apart
the woman he loves
Separating her worth
from all that she does
              
He looks in her eyes
and caresses her face
He sees it glowing with love
and full of grace

 The lines on her face
  he views with pride
  Recounting the victories
  each time they've been tried

The weight that she carries
 is that of a mom
 Nothing's too heavy
 She just marches on

These bodies will perish
 and mirrors offer no truth
True love abides
 beyond the corridors of youth

  No, she doesn't deserve me
  Perhaps God can see
  Conceivably, one day
  I'll be as worthy as she

When consumed, it consumes you
When it is tasted, it has tasted you
It enjoys the taste of you more
You're fooled
Into a host

I don't like the high,
it likes my life

Dear GOD,
I'm sorry for all the times I do wrong and pretend not to hear your voice.
  Forgive me for all the times I fail to talk about you because I'm scared people will think I'm lame..,
  Forgive me for all the times I forget to thank you and just go on complaining,
  Forgive me for not counting my blessings,
  Thank you for loving me despite my faults,thank you for always wanting me back when I go astray.
  Thank you for being my source of hope and comfort..
Yours sincerely..,
I love you..