How my soul longs to hold

such poetic pearls within its atmosphere

To be free at will,

to cast them on to the masses

as some psudo manna from heaven

Hung on some ethereal frequency

Where  the lost wander aimlessly

Waiting for the Glistening words

To breathe new life into a phoenix

Rising from the ashes

In a sea of coalesced stars

To enrich my own.

She waits for me at midnight
the stars aligned n such a way
as to reveal her sudden beauty
I trace the lines between the sparkles
as if they, like bubbles, would perhaps burst
spouting an array of lights!
alas they twinkle less brightly
she has not yet unveiled.
I sense her close
the air thickened
fuller with anticipation
I have no choice but to offer myself patience
And suddenly the gloriousness of her is revealed
and I am whole in her radiance
filled and alive
luminous, I dance a halo
like I’ve never danced before
the patterns anew
and the footsteps in the sand
spell hope
aligned in the order of a prayer
without even the thought of one
just the joy that hung upon the air.

I kiss my torment and troubles goodbye
if only for a moment,
i lift my gaze up high and wonder why?
the mystery it seems has become the mistress of my dreams
I lie awake and call her to my night
I sit at ease with her foreboding
I place my palm across her face
and touch the hand of absent grace
she touts me and flouts me
I wrestle with her uneasy smile
a fool’s paradise
if only her dust didn’t sparkle
she manufactures her own light
while smothering my own
sleepless with bated breath
she breathes for me
Cocooned in her rotten nest.

just remember I love you
no matter what you think I think
you don’t have to agree
you just have to accept
that I love you
you are perfect
beautiful
and I love you
you were wonderfully and fearfully made
to be tested and be strengthened
in my love regardless
of your successes or failures
nothing will make me abandon you
please don’t abandon me.
love and blessings,
always.

The biting cold extemporaneously
leaps a yearning for warmth from my bitter heart
I’m too proud to beg
too conventional to seek
too pragmatic to pray
too downtrodden to hope
idealism is a fool’s game
for the fool-hardy
The only bravery that extends
is borne of immovable stubbornness
to see it other than exactly as it is
but I have not enough lenses
too human and given to folly
and this,  my undoing
a dire need
to be right
in a world that perceives
a different wrong
some sign
of “I told you so…”
and you, wrapped back up in my arms;
a blanket of warmth.

Left by my haunting lover
no ghost remains
no line or verse
in the body of love
will let the fingers of my mind traverse
The water lies stagnant
loving eyes have not returned
warm hearts have fled
I write to the wind instead
brokenness of disillusion
lays it’s grace upon my head
love has flown
locked and placed
the cage has been set
the unkind cut made
the bleed continues
im on my own
as my wordss die
with the one faithful constant
now faded to dark
and I lie within a lie
yearning for my lost art
inspite of my refusal
now inanimate
and begging for life

Lock up your men, and your sons
the war has begun
the truth will not be overwritten

the dark ages have returned
the freedom has been lost
big mother ate big brother
now the Father has come

the pitch forks are ready
the torch is lit
the light overpowers
the truth is out there

freedom
free will
free thought
choices
in a world gone to the lost  
irresponsible altruism
the sense and census skewed

The love will return
the Law will have mercy
your daughters will be spared
your mother will step back in her place beside the father
and with all
We shall learn,
the true meaning of grace
the three virtues
of light
that too many mistake
as the guide to freedom
and liberation
Only to be handed
to the devil
on a plate.

Do not judge others because they sin differently than you.
Be beauteous of heart
be fair of grace
be wise of life
be fruitful
be kind
be industrious
idle hands make for folly
and the downfallen
will cast the steps
to righteousness
one fallen angel at a time.