I loathe you Even moreso, I loathe that I loathe you Love is what you need, love from me Why can't I give you that which you seek? Just a little love would help you climb that peak I know your heart is well-meaning I know your past is behind you I know those chains were broken and that little love- That little bit of love would let you leave them behind. So why is it that I can't love you? Why do I have trouble forgiving you? God forgave you as He forgives me So why do I wish for you to suffer? I look upon you every day and see your eyes filled with pain Upon that fallen countenance, I gaze with great disdain I see you're trying and I'm cheering But even as I cheer, I know I hold you back There's one final question I must ask of thee I ask it every day, and I know I'll ask it again before you die... ...why must you be me?
Ancient dwelling places, forgotten pathways and neglected graveyards fill me to the brim with an enthusiasm for the mundane. As the fabric of life thins the voices of the celebrated AND the unknown whisper their legacy in the stoney structures which remain.
‘Oh, the wizardry of history. All the people who have lived and died, the people whose stories have survived.’ - Isaac du Toit, Passionately Curious
After his exit from my heart and my life No contact no text nothing from his side Suddenly met him after so long My heart skipped a beat when I hugged him a long My hands trembled when I held his hand and looked into his eyes I got frozen when I looked him just tears rolled down from my moist eyes Heart asked; so what did you come back with I replied; his fragrance in me
I know I've sinned, But I know he forgives me, I know I've let down, But I know he will lead me, I know I've been blinded by my own desires, But I know he knows what those desires are and is at work in my heart, I know I've been tempted, But he led me away from temptation back towards trust, I know I have not forgiven those who harmed me, But today is a new day so I can forgive, and try again to do better under the sunlight of his brand new day.
Where are the saints in white? Failing their master judging profane Pious is not requisite to honeyland Sin guarantee no hell all are sinners Masquerading falsehood a real sin Greasing your imperfection a greater sin Sinners are forgiven, good are rewarded Some one has to habituate hell who are they?