You found me churning,
Bouncing up and down
As I rolled dramatically downhill.
You knew what would be better
And calmly intervened

You took hold with confident hands
And bent my trajectory
Up into U shaped happiness

The highs and lows have softened
The amplitude modulated
The direction now up and forward

I want you with me on this gentle arc
Our slopes equivalent
Our speeds matched

Ahead I can see
sunny days on lakes
crisp mornings in the mountains
Autumns on golden ponds.

Our path winds by popped corks and caps thrown,
New suits for social media internships,
Wedding toasts and father-daughter dances.

We will share new houses with old friends,
Co-ed baby showers with pink predator t-shirts,
Bad poems at retirement parties.

I could not see these things if it weren’t for you
Thank you for bending my curve

You'll desire a love;
that could feel like Heaven,
truly in this Hell on Earth,
surrounded by desires of a party life,
One hell of a night;
in those searching empty eyes,
in this hell of a life.

Are you not lost in the hype,
in the darkness of your soul,
searching corners of circles;
in those nights?

SIN!

Seriously In Need;
as the letters broken down...
You're broken too,
as they would pray on aching knees,
truly child, all for your wellbeing.

SIN!

Stuck In Nights,
like the endless one within,
Hating to wake up in this nightmare;
shedding tears all in your few,
favourite dreams.

I look back;
to this frame behind;
the picture of a past,
Seemingly holding onto grips;
held in an echoing bleeding heart.

And how can I not help but smile,
reflecting on this scar,
Of a past I've known;
all to say-

"you've truly come so far"

But rocks are hard
And buttocks are soft
And the two do not
Good bedfellows make
And I cannot remain here,

And so I climb,
Again,
Scrabble painfully up the scarp,
Again,
Towards the light

Of a sun which seems
So very far
And unfeeling
In an azure sky that
Holds little hope

But each painful inch
Is one less in the shade,
Every focused lever against the
Gravity of pain and loss
Removes me from its grasp

A little more,
Until eventually the suns rays
Start to penetrate the cloak
Of my depressed state
And even my wracked muscles

Start to warm and,
At the cliff top from whence I fell,
I spy that rock which my back
Missed still stood in place
Where it always was

Did I lean the wrong way
Or did it wobble?
Or was it a bit of both?
Either way it feels stable now
A rock

On which I pause to lean

I’m back from the grave
and I’ve learnt to behave
it’s a hell of a good school
to punish wrong
I attended every class
every subject I passed
****…
my grades were looking strong

I advanced with honour
to a saint and a scholar
the devils in the detail
in an invitation to teach
on a topic I excelled in
that old subject on sin
God knows I couldn’t stay in hell
and preach

So I applied for a place
that the good call ‘Grace’
for I’d rather be a sinner seated
in heaven
my lord…how I’ve grown
so thanks, I’m off home
its a ‘good’ bye,
when the good die
and glad to be leaving

redemption is the action of saving
or being saved from sin, error, or evil
saving someone
being saved.

who chooses who deserves to be redeemed?
is it karma? are there points?

I like to see characters get redemption,
because it gives me hope.

Where to start?
A broken heart,
cloudy skies,
blinded eyes,
hollow bones,
anxious tones,
a shaking hand,
a crumbling land,
an empty head,
I should be dead.
Trembling legs,
throat of gags,
roughed lips,
unused hips,
frail arms,
can do no harm.
Nothing left,
a torn cleft,
loss of scent,
my life is spent.
A black abyss,
the forgotten kiss,
shallow breath,
I'm close to death,
frigid tongue,
my life is hung.
Said my goodbyes,
my body dies.
A living hell,
this empty shell,
many tears,
for you, my dear.
Save my please!
From this disease.
**** my sorrow,
on the morrow,
don't let me go,
down below.
Pick me up,
help me sup,
I'm on my knees!
Forgive me?... please...