#afflictions
And so should the strongest
Make love to the link worn delicate?
In that communion,
As one to another companion,
We seal the cracks & breaks
That have started to leak.
We bind what made us weak.
We champion truth
And honor accuracy;
Don your hood,
But don't go robbing.
Love passionately, but love gently.
Do so with forthright honesty,
Do not play at it or fake it
Lest you forsake it.
From what seems as less than
We shall reveal the hidden,
As a marvelous miracle unwinding.
It's all perspective,
For though I think them no greater
They are more than certainly my equals.
I would live for them as I would die for them,
One & all.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
There's no way
I want to stop it
But I ******* can't
It eats at me
She doesn't deserve to feel
as if every burden
is her doing
its mine
If I did things right
If I was better at this
I live in this constant fear
so trapped in my own afflictions
My lack of control
spirals
why does it have to be this way
it hurts like nothing else
Except for this one moment
I refuse to allow occupy my mind
Maybe if I listened
Shut my ******* mouth
did more, maybe then
she'll understand
my true love to her
my protective intentions
but I feel as if I'm so far
from these things I want to be
for you
I'm sorry.
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
I love your intentions
They are my deepest consolations
When all I see is dark
You caress my heart
And the shadows on the walls
Are dancing, surpassing
I love your affections
They soothe my afflictions
When day turns into night
You are the solace I seek
The find restful sleep
And quiet bad dreams
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
To stare at the ground and wonder when,
To prance about looking for the wring'd necks of wrens,
To die, but wake a next day,
‘Twas how the Hellcat lived,
Up in the mountain garden,
All alone,
His face broken.
He sings each day,
Until final light,
When he drowns with a bray.
The tears streaked from eye to lilac sodden ground,
Where he curls into a ball,
Skin wrinkled,
Grey hair falls.
Mother Moon’s light comforts her child.
She bid the tears away,
Strong-willed, she watches his soul sway,
Her hand extended, catching light,
Warm, kind, soft it felt in her hand,
She smiled, tears well, swallowing fright,
The soul entered his mouth, when her hand came hither,
The light returned to her child’s face,
Very bright, growing, without fear,
Too bright even for her.
Mother Moon took flight,
Not looking back, hearing baby’s first laugh,
Good, true songs of night.
She sat in the dark clouds,
Resting, awaiting the morrow,
Waiting for his tears, his songs, his death, all dreadful sorrows.
-Firefly
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
So many thoughts
I must record
So many ideas
I wish to hoard
But I must hope
Before I die
That God has mercy
and renders mine.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC