#brandnewday
In the near-night morning
When the sun
Battling timidity
Avoided approaching the skies.
When birds laid slain with sleep
When the day
Had of late, been begotten
And laid suckling in the rocking ***** of time.
Upon an insomnia-provoked thought I pondered.
Wondering what the age of the sun might be.
Delved into some critical reasoning here.
Danced to the beats of deep philosophizing there.
Borrowing Plato's cloak....
The sun
Impregnated with heat
She sprays the earth with good shining.
Negotiating with darkness
She innovates light.
She constantly radiates a golden smile.
NO WRINKLES IN HER EYES, LIE!
Alas! Alas!
My thoughts procreated futility.
We may never know the age of the sun.
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 3:20 AM UTC
Is it me, or sometimes when we look up at the sky
It looks like the clouds have been painted
and the blue is just a hue
Just something new and unknown
Something that we see every single day
Even when the clouds are white or gray
Is it just me, or when the sunsets in the sky
The sun is smiling and the gray is turned bright
Is that what sunlight does to the night?
Lifting up heads that welcome the sight
My eyes see a sight which is odd tonight
The skies are blue, a purple view
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
Does the dream of heaven
Seem foreshadowed by my sin
When I've fixated my life to being religious I've failed because I didn't listen His psalms and songs and the cry of David and his disciples
Was the ring tone to my ordeals and sorrows But it's time I acknowledged the fact that my experiences with God Were imagined and Now I search beyond the boundaries of depression to break every chain of oppression And every lie this tongue has spoken I release now to the heavens So that every burden that I carry Doesn't keep me from getting to the gates of heaven And I pray he saves me from every decision that brought weakness to this spirit Because when the devil confidently came in I was tired of reading my bible but God heard me faintly and brought me back here to testify that his word is alive Even though his son died once upon a time, He lived an honest life And that's what I want in my life To live and die and rise again
To see his face and just praise his name. Everyday
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC