What am I going to do?
I am too deeply in love with you.
I'm drowning, darling.
I'm dehydrated love.
I feel sick and giddy all at once
but, I feel like such a dunce
for thinking you were ready for me.
I was so full of glee.
But, sadly, we were not meant to be.

Let my words fall like drops of rain upon the thirsty ground
Let the joy in my heart be felt for miles around
Let the song from my mouth be as sweet as wild honey
Let me give treasure more valuable than money
Let my praise fill the sky as beautiful as the morning birds
Let me paint a beautiful picture from the gift of my words
Let my prayers rise up like the sweetest perfume
Let my light pierce the night and the darkest gloom

"that's *******."
"that's so gay."
"all muslims are terrorists."
"women aren't as smart as men."
these labels aren't true,
we have defeated the stereotypes.

I risk it all to have it all;
The be all and end all.
Clichés like unmutual love
Show you what I'd do for love.

Fight with your all,
But sink deeper,
Further from who you call
your all.

You need to know what you speak
You got to know what you
Need to speak
Not everything spoken needs to be heard
Need not know everything spoken
Every word
Ever said
Ever heard
What makes sense
No not
Mustn't
Know it all

Writing this poetry, can
be a cathartic process;
it allows me to explore…
all that’s within me. By
doing so, I am able, to
uncover the inner finesse

that He has placed inside
me. Simultaneously, I am
clearly pushed outside of
my comfort level; between
sharing my work, finding
what’s in me and The Lamb’s

expectation… of my heart,
I find the experience of
writing extremely humbling
and satisfying. Hopefully,
my poetry’s quality will  
improve, as I voice Love…

from my human perspective.

You put whispers in my heart
Empty promises
I am eaten up by them
Consumed
Until there is nothing left of me