For I shall find refuge
in the clysmic currents
of redemption.  
...                      ...

-Prayer

Father, i have become addicted to a certain kind of pleasure,

And no matter how hard i try, i keep on committing this error.


I am so hopelessly dependant on what is destroying my flesh,

I regret ever trying it, this sin has caused me nothing but stress.


I humbly ask that you purify me of my immorality,

Otherwise, this big sin i keep practising will be the death of me.

Be,
As a love
Whom together,
Discovers
The art of sin

Ask,
Not of the wrongs
Nor rights
But,
If the sweet cherry
Seeps or flows

Approach,
A figure, yet
Merely a reflection
In fruits,
Not leaves

Gaze,
Vanilla cream
Opposing,
One robust
In darkness
And desire

Fuse,
The sensation
Of honey dancing
Upon buds,
Of taste

Addiction,
The willingness
To enable,
The expedition
And art of sin

I long for the present,
To embrace it with confidence,
But my mind is its own wanderer.

Once fixated on the stormy sea,
Its tango as it dances the night,
But then it’s gone,
Suffocated by my thoughts.

Crumpled away and never to be seen,
Confusion as it’s buried under the bed.
A mind that is too active,
A mind that dreams too much?
Give me the answer I long for.

Oh please o’ gospel,
Oh please o’ soul,
Bring me back into the heavens of this world,
I know I need to trust you,
I know I need to follow you,

But I need to find light again.
That glimmer,
That sparkle,
That I crave to cherish as my own.
I know you’re drowsy,
O’ soul,
But you need to trust in the process,
To gain that elusive gemstone,

Called ‘home’.

I’ve fallen from the tree,
not far from it.

A product of my environment,
a sinner.