#brocken
It is the moment,
With a feeling that is so bitter to swallow.
I question my choices again and again,
Is it worthy?
And do I need to bend in respect in order to access it ?
Everytime I try to smile -
It forces me to bleed.
It leaves my vessels dry and clean ,
Only to ask for a blood donor.
It is scary and suspicious,in many ways.
But I try ,try and try to believe it's kinda different and unique and worth to pursue.
In the world full of many , we only want to see one.
Even when it takes pieces of ourselves,
Piece by piece.
It's always better to let it take the smallest part of ourselves than to let it drown us as whole.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
I dream of peace and just assurance.
I have stood for it all my life,
with constitution and vigor.
My hope and that which I have defended,
stood bright and noble in the light of love.
It has been as I have seen him
true,
honest,
quietly brave,
a perfect encapsulation.
The wind has not shaken him in his innocence,
he shall stand beside me in nobility
unscathed.
I will defend this glory.
In innocence and grace,
as a child, you stand and walk.
I will work this day in your honor, with ease.
We will watch you in all you stand for victorious.
Together we are ready and true, within and beside you, our hope.
Innocence tempted,
standing unprotected,
with all hope inside, and promise.
All that is of value, tested, to be refined.
The day has passed and that which was gold is a fooled fool.
Standing in temptation as many a desperate ***** desire,
unquenchable.
We cannot lose hope, this is a test.
I must continue, to put you forth to your destiny.
Leaving the darkness into arms much worse, knowing betrayal.
You will go to glory but I must forsake my own, crippled.
I am destitute, in my flippancy,
I realize that sin is a filth not able to be removed.
But I know the code,
the law of fire and grace,
I can use it to my advantage and forsake the trials,
and continue in love, but what love is this?
A mentor lay in my path.
The show must go on.
It is loss to move on,
it is loss to forsake,
is is loss to do nothing.
No bearing of truth do I have now in this gift of victory
unearned.
Move forward to prove. Fall back to loose again?
Or loose all gained by grace's ennoble gain?
He washed us white as snow.
Works or Love?
Entwine the two...
We will carry you, the broken of my deeds,
from white to grey to white, through blood and fire we go,
as you have shown us oh mighty man,
now wasted.
For this is the way understood.
I see you on the edge, not swiftly turning.
What's that you carry?
The wreck of the mighty's ambition.
For it was not just the faithful
who brought me home,
but the vision of might and of noble in glory.
The glimpse of both from which I strayed in vain curiosity
broken.
Now mending myself and you in mighty ambition.
Noble, faithful, and true we carry on.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
You've frozen a solar eclipse in my heart.
I may never get through it.
I'm a target, now your throwing darts.
It hurts. You know it, but you still do it.
Love fades away, there's a look in your eye,
It told me your just playing around.
But I can see it, feel it, taste it,
Smell it like a hunting hound.
You leave, I'm here, frozen with gloom.
I thought that you really meant it.
When you said those words so beautifully,
It wasn't you who sent them.
So now I am bitter and harsh.
I go round like a little disc.
I stand here cold, dark, and sudden,
Frozen in a solar eclipse.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC