#manifested
with him I discovered I had fantasies
with you, darling, I experience them
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC
Lord here I'm take my heart and have it all
Steadfast and lead me to the way of hope
At Your feet I worship.
With expectations I come into your house singing hallelujah
Author of salvation all I need is You Lord
In praise I lay at Your feet with complete love and joy
What an amazing love manifested at the cross keeper of my heart
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
Fuel me
With rich stories
While I execute dreams
Unrealized and extinguished
“Ignite!”
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
I get her, she writes me,
so eloquently,
”the nub of me; gist, manifested poetic”
one of the many poets I have never met,
one of the many poets, by whom,
I have been suchly, justly, richly and correctly
accused
this mesmerizing judgement,
her-over-easy, mini-essay so succinctly
assaying an accidental ability mine
explodes
a happy passageway to my brain,
a new aperture, the neurons firing at will,
the tormented inquisitor’s unasked question,
how did this happen to me?
rocking the Sunday morn cradle’s calm,
ok, ok, write me, write me,
demands my no longer free will,
utilize the free wi-fi of we fidelty
the bay, surgically barely treading water,
its surface of multitude of small waves
but now an entire ****** expression bidding welcome
the breezeways genteel,
smilingly
invites and push us into its
directionless & tideless soothful embrace,
to the shoreline we goeth,
to watch the occasional crossing vessel intruder,
woking the waters gentle
its white path residual wake foam-formed,
then almost instantaneously absorbed, bubbly bursting,
a history of a million moments awakened,
then, instantly returned to restful sleep,
akin to a newborn’s gurgling happy dreaming,
wiped clean away off to
Peter Pan’s it-never-happened-land
this carnival trick sideline of deep tissue knowingness,
sensing the essence of the who and the whom within,
with no data to go on other than their poetic collection,
the hidden meanings of the spaces and places between
the gene sequencing of their wondrous word-fullness
DNA poetic children, freely given,
and well taken
by me
**I cannot explain it well enough, but then
a strayer thought breakaway,
a prehensile comprehension insertion
proffers itself as an explanation
intruded,
and here,
extruded
the perfect world exterior before me observable
thrusts itself through picture windows onto my demeanor,
a ****** addiction of mine, my soul enslaved,
cannot bear to be taken away from
this vista,
which begs me,
bring all those you know!
here, to share, this precious precise nook
where eye insightful incisions elicit poems-by-command
but I cannot, bring you here,
so I see~imagine it better through
your eyes, then
your
gist
is in my stubbed pencil nub, it is
your
poem’s destiny manifesting,
penciled through my scruff edged fingertips,
which-when-then transcribed to paper, to history,
‘tis all you
who writes,
not I
for now
you
are the solitary vessel waterborne,
you,
you
are the captain and I
but a
Samson-nite, burdened, baggaged and blinded stowaway,
hopeless, yet still see-worthy,
with your guiding eyes,
keeping me to keep
your copyright righted,
onto its course true**
7-14-19 9:43am
in shelter, on the isle
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC