It's been a while
But the wind still rises
The change we all crave still wonders in plain sight
And forgiveness hasn't made effort to mend any ties
But it's been a while
And I'm alive in the keepers eye.
So on with the lies, and shaming of a life
Bringing templates with secrets and wicked eyes
Giving heed to pretenders
Who claim to have lived a mile, in sadness and demise
But it's been a while.
And without doubt I have seen what life has done to quiet minds
With ratchet love and little hope
But it's been a while
So i'll give it time.
A morning offering,
Prayer is my best medicine,
People do throw rocks,
Thanks instead would be a shock!
I am a Christian, I say,
As here I sit and pray,
All's well that ends well, my boy,
Prayers to God are efforts of joy!
Sunday funday blessing. Feedback welcome.
the feeling is back yet again
the feeling of slowly losing myself,
succumbing to the darkness in the depths
watching my mind darken, taking traces of the person I built up
crashing down the doors from the subconscious to conscious,
making my eyes burn, the pain slipping out
the pain i buried away last time
i'll slip again,
but this time,
no one can know
just let me slip alone
Why is my efforts so transparent to everyone?
Yes, it doesn't seem noticeable
Yes, it doesn't seem enough
But its the small thing that matters.
life is full of efforts
the effort to breathe,to walk, to think, to talk, to be.
Then you walked in.
Terror preys not on innocent victims
As solitude peers not on favors
Assumptions beckons on behalf of pleasures
And life grows in its own flavors
Bolting high for hope
Time sees you and me
Fortuning what desires wish for thee
I’m happy here
In this slowness of life, with you
For birds show me appreciation
Of what life can be
Leaving my soul to wonder
Restraining all hopes, abandoning all efforts
Oh what crime have I made
For life to be harsh upon me
Leaving outcomes to be
Accepting all there is to be
For I have seen no purpose in going on
Shedding flesh for dreams
But still have to go on
Showing happy faces towards piercing hate
Freedom comes not for free
Fetching heavy the fee
As poverty brings comfort a warning
Totaled by tears,
Roots please shamelessly
Bringing forth belongings to thee.
Mononymously I called for a name
Navigating words through memories
Sorting failed hopes by the thickness of its pain
But by what time have I to stop
To settle for what faith serves thee.
Inequalities of a family
Reaps burgeons of fantasies
More than realities.
As precautions mold happiness
Youth graze from beneath unfinished dreams
For family has lost its made