If I ever have a child
all my own
the imagery
of it bearing
my heart,
showing the family gene

It would break me in two
until I woke up
right in the middle of
falling down
because personal demons
will still exist
even with an angel
homeward bound

But I must be remiss
to this notion
that falling down
doesn’t have its upsides,
if only we dig a little deeper,
until we reach the other side

I’ll always tell ‘em, “kid,
just keep dreaming louder
and your story will
come to life;
persist”

I look into the mirror
That’s
Foggy and blurred,

And wrap myself around
The shape
I see in return.

Put a face to name,
And name to face,

Turn my back and suddenly,
That’s

Not

The

Case?

Watching from afar
As another cries,

Helpless to do anything but
Keep it inside

And escape the mess
that’s only mine,
Navigate the maze
Inside their mind.

Holding out a hand I could never take,
slamming on a door that I couldn’t

Break,

But now that you’re
holding out
the key to

me,

One can finally
See—


Past the

mirror

Image.

Axe in my hand,
head in the plan,
blood pools around my feet

Where I stand.

Raised in surrender,
Fallen contender,
Will you still be in front of me
When the war has ended?

Arrow in my hand,
A face off in the plan,
Guilt pools around my feet

Where I stand.

The price that you pay,
The winnings I take,
The sacrifice

I am

Unwilling to make?

Don’t die on me now,
My heart kisses the ground,
Winter melts away as the
Sun comes around.

I drop to my knees
Among the dirt and wheat
As I fall to a man
As unloving as me.

Your claws in my own,
And an evil that goads
At us
laughs at the victory

Of taking your throne.

I hope when I’m buried
Under an aging tree
I see your face,
carved into the bark

Staring back at me.

Silence is golden
so I’ll watch you float away
in the lack of noise
you desperately need
after our lifetime of chaos
it is only fair
to let you ascend

If I’ll never find this love again
then I’ll hold it as close
as our Bellingham days
where I wish the breeze
and purple skies
would have let me
let you under my skin
oh, what we could have been

But wishing is fools gold
and the present reels in
so I will let myself
live out these moments
in a room that is candle-lit
until I can get a grip
on these distractions
and learn how to be
a friend or a husband-
even if it’s not you,
I still need to find my center
because it is my time
to ascend too

Born to a non ****** Mother
A Father just wasn’t present
So no one to give me up
For the forgiveness of you
There was no manger
Just a backseat of a car
Nor any wise men
Just really abusive ones
But none of this means
I still can’t be a son of God

I was never nailed to a cross
Just physically hit a lot
Nor did I ever help the blind see
But I do try to create awareness
I’m not always willing to forgive
Everyone who wrongs me
But with time I do try hard
To make things right with them
But none of this means
I still can’t be a son of God

Amidst a life of exposed lies
The truth lay hid beneath
I prayed to be forever healed
Confused about having faith
The answers I tried to seek
Seemed like a hopeless wish
As my words fell on deaf ears
Or so I thought back then
But none of this means
I still can’t be a son of God

An Angel disguised as a lover
Captured my soul and demons
Teachings of love and values
Built with efforts of compassion
A connection like never before
I felt safe and secure with her
My first time experiencing that
But a pandemic hit our love
But none of this means
I still can’t be a son of God

Creating a void between us
My angel decided to move on
I laid weak, hurt and insecure
With no one at all to turn to
All alone drowning in my sorrow
Feeling like I had no one at all
To turn to or to lean on anymore
Fears of myself becoming toxic
But none of this means
I still can’t be a son of God

Our Heavenly Father
Has no prejudice nor type
For his blood was given
For that of our forgiveness
With no pre qualifications
For all, his hand will reach
If they seek for him to claim
All it requires is love and faith
Regardless your faults or sin
Your invited , He who takes all,

Your Heavenly Father

https://m.soundcloud.com/robert-grove-821180401/he-who-takes-all-mp3

She always is sure to close the blinds,
As the view is far too beautiful
for her to sleep with it there.