When words sprout limbs And grow as trees in the summertime Steadily until they bare their fruit Then my thoughts will be hanging within reach Would you pluck them as you'd pluck some fruit? And take a tiny bite of me Or at least of my thoughts? Would you, wouldn't you?
Would you, wouldn't you?
This might be a duplicate... I'll look into it later.
When they curse you And they blame you When they passively BOLDLY Begrudgingly Or in all other ways Attempt to shame you Into fleeing as if You have nothing to be And no reason to exist Or to write such things As these and this When they try And try And YOU find yourself Your world Suddenly spinning Upsidedown On brand a new axis It is then In that moment Of parry and precaution That you must decide How it is best to be How you currently see And can share such things Beneficial to those Who WILL always stray When you hoped they'd stay But as for me and my house We will ardently seek And oftenly pray To show kindness to those Who cannot For the truth of them Or the life of them Or for the anger they store inside of them BEGIN to see The ways in which That the sacrificial lamb Has blessed us all With this A BRAND NEW LIFE Within EACH DAY This my friends Is why I say Be strong in this And we'll walk that way
Because of him. I'm always encourage to pray in place of hate. To love in place of disgust and distrust. To protect myself and my family, yes. But to also be an ambassador for goodness and truth in this world. As I will ever be as long as I'm here. *nod*
A cigarette sat between the crevices of her coffee flavored lips while she expertly puffed a few smokes. Her mind tasted like dying roses, sweet thorns and honey. She was a 3 am disguised in moon dust and I never knew how to differentiate her from day and night.
The sound of snow is a beautiful thing Catch every snowflake, you could not But the earth can Like the marching ants in the fruitful spring Snowflakes need not tiptoe through the house of winter Instead, they patter a song to sing on the frozen ground And we, as humans are helpless to stop it from falling down With tiny little pinprick sounds The reign of winter falls all around*
The desire to be a creator never burns out Like the immortal flame that it is It may waiver, it my wane in the blowing wind But it never dies, completely becomes extinguished or unhinged Just so long as you keep it calm and still And close to your true heart within
Because the essence of desire is the creation which will linger in a state of wonderment Wishing only that the original thought could be All which you could've hoped and dreamed About and for*
Mesmerizing isn't it? The flame unseen
It's like walking on the beach, endlessly, but not bean permitted to leave with a single shell or grain of sand.