(Psalm for Meditation.)

There is a familiar place
In the stillness,
To which I am drawn
In mind and spirit—
Wooed by your manifold goodness
And abiding love.
Day and night, I think of you
With countless lovely thoughts:
Pure, pleasant, sweet,
Lofty and refreshing—
Full of hope and desire.
You are larger than my dreams,
Infinity is your dwelling.
I am rapt in your love,
And to you I bare my soul.

You are the well of living water,
The light that illumines my way,
The star in my, otherwise, darkened sky
And the sun I long for each day.
You are my strength and protection,
And the object of my meditation,
O God, my eternal hope and joy.

Ballad: Song or Psalm of Praise.

Awake, O voice,
And sing praises;
The Almighty awaits you.
His ear leans
Toward your worship.
He is moved
At the sound
Of your praise.
Arise and soar
On wings of reverence.
His scepter bids you
Into his presence.
Awake, O voice,
Arise and sing;
Sing for the King.
He awaits you.

(Psalm of Purpose.)

Lord of all things—
Great and small;
Master of masters,
And Ruler of all.

Let the mountains
Echo with ecstasy,
And the hills joyfully
Ring with glee.
Let the lilies dance
In all their grace,
And the angels humbly
Cover their face.
Let the sea roar
With thunderous praise.
And the locust's chirp
Be heavenward raised.

Let the cry of the cheetah,
And the lion's shout,
Be heard in the heavenlies
Round about.
Let the hum of the bee
And the bird's sweet tone,
Ascend before
The life-giving throne.
For all were made
Of one mighty hand—
Divinely fashioned
For his perfect plan.

It used to be just you and I when we were together but now you've been freed you have grown so far away from my reach that even though you say those very same words they don't mean what they used to mean because ...
They are not our words anymore...

The memories, special, are now tainted by the blackest figments of my imagination and trust although needed fades from my empty shell leaving fragments of emotion scattered like snowflakes in my heart...
They are not our memories anymore...

At....
    .....the...
            ......End of it all it will be just me and you...
No matter who else holds your heart it is my name thats carved into it with a dagger titled everlasting love...

As pen rubs against paper
What is the purpose
To illustrate, with words
All that is within

Emotions imprisoned
Have feasted on my flesh
Now released to you as
Impressions on a page

Let me send them
To you, to others

Let us see if anyone
Has the compassion
To take them in
To live with them
As I have
Embattled, alone
At war with these
Unfulfilled passions

You don't feel real being with me,
Without me,
In the distance,
Of a kiss.
We don't want future,
But the present
Of you
And I
Tastes good,
As it should taste,
You know?
What do I know anyway,
But you're real,
As much as I am.
Only lonely I imagine
A future,
That's not real,
Between expressions,
And the present
Disappears between meaningless words,
It fades away when I try to reach it,
It drains through my soul,
Between the grooves of my brain
Leaving me empty handed,
Struggling with the balance of having you,
Now,
For ever,
Never.
We get lost,
Between kisses and fears,
Unfinished plans,
Unkept promises,
Predictions and intentions
Only future expressions.

I'm beautiful.
I'm beautiful because I said I am.

I'm beautiful because my eyes crinkle when I throw my head back and laugh boisterously at a stupid joke I made myself.

I'm beautiful when I smile lazily and my double chin peeks through the polaroid that effortlessly captures my features.

I'm beautiful because, after many years of being told I don't fit into the spectrum of socially accepted beauty, I laughed and told them to *******.

I'm beautiful because all the years of self-loathing and self-doubt erased the moment I said I'm beautiful.

I'm beautiful and there isn't a soul alive who can convince me otherwise.

"Micro-organisms are the most powerful force known to man.

Everything relies on these tiny creatures,

And even us, the giants of the climates-

Are subject to a cold wind of a virus."

-

Micro-

Economica,

Control every activation-

Watch the electronics-

Spawn and stuff,

Primordial goo is gruff.

-

Enough fist-i-cuffs

It's rough.

-

Every expression, hides a smaller organism

Smiling and fizzling.

-

Micro-organisms,

We are controlled every hour.

We are the wretches...

-

Half smiles, packed with germ styles

It's sick.

It's just the way we function- on top of the garbage pile.

-

Grasp for the notion-

Emotion is an ocean

Grasp the notion-

Emotion's in commotion.

-

It's the essence of a penned hand,

Every letter is different,

that forms un-same words.

The chromosomes that form us-

We are entitled to so much corruption.

-

Bold faced lie-

It's agonizing, trying to fight

Having raging black mold

Conformation in cleaning out our insides.

-

But I smile...

My teeth crawling with it,

Everywhere,

Carry as I speak."

She keeps hijacking the most pure
Of my metaphors
I wonder if she
Sells them in slavery
To him;
Forced into prostitution
To the ****;

Who sells their own children
To their lover/business partner?
My only weapon is now
Saying the truth out loud

She offers him stolen
****** expressions
as sacrifice
but they were mine
I grew and nurtured them
I fostered and guarded them
And she took them away

They were merely thoughts
in my garden with osseous walls
I showed them to her,
gave them her tears
and her smiles,
gave them her names;
She picked them and ran,
claimed them not even
all for herself…
but for him…
the foreign body

This is merely one
in a line of treacheries
and I will no longer
allow her to fall
any further
into this monstrous
scar of transgression.