#reconciliation
Loud like the explosion
That leaves shockwaves
Felt far and wide
Bright like the fireworks
On the Fourth of July
Two worlds collide
And it's only the
Start of the war
And we're both
Caught in the middle
Of the storm
Wondering who
Will survive it all
Wondering who
Will be the first
To stand tall
Passion moves
Like the past,
Present, and tense
Of lovers
Who once
Took the fall
Before the puzzle
Completed
Before the pieces
Fell into place
And made sense
One from the past
The other from
The present
Both dying
To seek
Both dying
To dream
Of solving
The conflict
A treaty
Of decisions
That must
Be made
Before both
Can keep
A level head
Or risk falling
Under
And watching
The light
Fade thin
It's only up
To them
To choose
How today
Will end
Back and forth,
The explosions
Dance in the sky
Reaching the eye
Of the storm
One more time
And in the midst
Of it all
It isn't a race
It isn't the start
Of a cold war
It's the start
Of a new life
A new chapter
Of a love once
Forgotten
Fighting for
The hope
Of a new start
Of a life
Together
The kind
They always
Wanted
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 3:29 AM UTC
(‘You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies’ - Ps 23)
The Lord’s Table, prepared in the presence of our differences,
somewhere where we can sit side by side,
or possibly face to face, with nowhere to hide -
only separated by breads and fruits and meats and wine,
taking our hands from our swords, and raising them, not in anger,
but to toast the opportunity for respite, perchance to peace
replacing the clash of blades with the meeting of cups
filled from the same jars
– a miracle of sorts.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 6:19 AM UTC
How often do we live our lives
And barely show the fathers grace
Spout our mouths and speak out of place
And say our vocabulary is meant for us to survive
On this trial period we call Earth?
To defend our friends behavior because love blinds Righteousness
To cast aside prejudice, but tolerate blasphemy for togetherness
To dress for the masses, act in their classes, to fit in like a puzzle piece
We ruin his perfect plan acting unwise, throw feces over his masterpiece
Did we forget his birth?
To galivant with paint dominating our lifestyle
A flag we hold to our heart, and forget his sacrifice?
Millions love us on this very planet
But we have no access to heaven's facet?
Does all we do, have any worth?
I envy the old, steadfast in their faith
Seen as bigoted and harsh, yet certain of their fate
To be spat on, hated, slandered and told to burn
And yet deep in their hearts they still seek and yearn
The heavenly father, Christ almighty, having experienced a Rebirth
Faith comes with time, but the world doesn't hold it's punches
The kindest souls, mislead by their idols and Satan holds them in bunches
Rather comfortable amongst sinners of love than Christians of judgment
I sympathies for people who say that Jesus has no substance
Cause long ago, I too believed he should accept us, as we are
But he loves us all as we are, but wishes for our sins to be cast far
He isn't the man with a red halo, that sends us to the depths of hell
And Christ is willing to get you out of this dry spell
He isn't the hypocrite in the pulpit demanding your deeds get your right
Nor the online persona speaking only good news and lulling your justified doubt to sleep
He loves the homeless, the criminals, the lost and the ******
And rather you find peace in heaven, than be in hell crammed
He wants your soul and conversation more than your ritual
A love that shows 2 ways, and doesn't become habitual
It becomes Willing.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
Did you just send that?
Some psychic impression...
I felt a genuine sadness wash over me like paint,
an awkward rainbow of human emotion.
I swear, I could almost hear you breathe.
For so long, I refused to see the monster
languishing in shadows, lapping up my tears—
filling your belly with years
of my love, so naively given.
But the footsteps are echoing now.
I see a specter of hope:
the old you, stepping out of the dark.
Let me embrace him
With every piece of heart he broke
I cannot love the monster,
after all.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
Where am I
Lost in lies
I search for good
Hidden in dark night skies
I know at some point you cared
But where did it go
Love that faded
Like memories, progressively jaded
Now we hesitate to call
A strain to even talk
And point at each other
When looking for fault
Realization of a fragile life
Might open this conversation
The slow burning, starving
Of a suffocating translation
No matter how wounded
I hope we find a middle ground
Before one of us is left
With silence, deafening all sounds
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 12:58 AM UTC
Seasons of Release
"Forgiveness is not a single act, but a turning of seasons – from frost to thaw, from sorrow to peace."
Forgiveness begins as winter –
a silence heavy with frost,
the heart clenched tight
against the memory of harm.
Then comes the thaw:
a single drop of mercy
falling into the soil,
softening what was rigid.
Spring arrives in small steps –
a bud of understanding,
a fragile green of trust,
the air learning to breathe again.
Summer is reconciliation,
warm light across the face,
the laughter that returns
like rivers freed from ice.
And autumn is peace –
the quiet release of leaves,
the cycle complete,
the wound now part of the earth,
no longer a burden,
but a root for gentler growth.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:45 AM UTC
Splinters of Absence
"Absence cuts deep, yet its splinters still glimmer.”
I knew you once
as open hands,
a voice that carried warmth
like firelight,
a kindness
that bent the shadows back.
Then came
the fracture –
silence sharp
as glass,
splinters of absence
lodged in my chest.
Two Kayos stand
before me:
one who laughed,
who shared,
who let the world feel tender;
and one who vanished,
sealed her words
behind stone,
erased me
like a stain.
I press my ear
to the crack
between them,
listening for the echo
of truth.
Is love still hidden
in the shards,
or only fear
reflected
in the mirror’s break?
The beauty of brokenness
is not the wound,
but the light
that leaks
through fissures.
Even shattered glass
scatters brilliance,
even silence
teaches me to sing.
So I carry both faces –
the splendid
and the shattered –
knowing that what breaks
does not erase
what was real,
only reshapes
the way it shines.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:47 AM UTC
He saw him a long way off,
And threw down all constructs; contempt,
“The other” out there that we scorn,
the fragmented kin,
Instead, open arms ~ he showed us how ~ to welcomed him,
The foreigner within —
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 3:52 PM UTC
Can I make you a proposal?
We live apart
but talk every day.
On weekends,
I come to your house—
our house.
We date.
We try to reconcile again.
I want you back.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
Now that he wants to
make it up, I understand:
he does what he can.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 3:44 AM UTC
How the hand you extend is marked with scars
How familiar you are with rejection
How beautiful are those discolored stars
How none have been touched by hate's infection
How many are tears that drip on your chest
How much heat they hold, all stinging and strong
How much love they hold, how much do they bless
How strange that they're for the one who did wrong
How much do I ache when I meet your gaze
How my heart feels like it's all out of joint
How much does it break as you gently say,
"How could all you've done ever be the point?"
I burst my seams trying to hold your gift
A miracle hug across a great rift
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
I met a version of myself,
A past that lived in quiet hell,
His shoulders weighed with untold truths,
In his eyes, the ghosts of youth.
He stood, proud but lost inside,
A prisoner of dreams denied,
I knelt in shame, a ghost of me,
Torn between what was and could be.
"You know," I said, "you've been this way,
Caught in a cage where shadows play,
But let me tell you, now I see,
You're still inside of me, and free."
He smiled with pain, the truth untold,
"I never wanted this, you know—
This life of striving to please the blind,
The masks we wore, the thoughts we mined."
But in his eyes, I saw the change,
A flicker in the dark, so strange,
And I realized, as time flew past,
We'd both been caught, both built to last.
Now here I stand, no more a slave,
No longer bound to past’s dark wave,
I freed myself, and freed him too,
The shackles gone, the world anew.
And though the road remains unclear,
I hold his voice, I hold it near,
For in his steps, I see my own—
The strength I’ve sought, now fully grown.
The shame, the guilt, they start to fade,
Replaced by light, by love’s cascade,
And in that moment, I finally see,
That all I sought was always me.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 3:43 AM UTC
Lord, I live for you as you lived for me
I give you my all you gave everything for me
It is so hard to accept this gift sometimes
It's so overwhelming, this love outpouring
And it is all I can do to simply be adoring
You only want my happiness
You desire only my joy
You sing over me and you smile
You gaze at me in awe and wonder and love
What else can I do, but live for you
I believe Lord, help me to receive you
More fully into my body and my soul
Take it all Lord, for I give you control
I surrender to you though it hurts
So live and move and breathe in me
I make my life an offering of love
So as to live for you, my God, above
You are good: so, so good to me
Father in Heaven, you never let me down
All the good that is in me is from you Lord
You are Holy and Perfect and Blameless
And, by the precious blood, you make me spotless
You come running out to me to embrace me
When I turn around and come back home
You are waiting; arms flung open wide
You held me close while we both cried
Tears of sadness and pain, healing and relief
In this flood of tears comes a flood of peace
Lord, let me rest in your presence for a while
And Lord, always help me to live for you
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
I'm coming home to a place that I once knew
I'm coming back to something that was true
I stopped running away when I got so tired
I turned around: it was all that love required
You were waiting for me with arms wide open
You paid it no heed how I had been broken
I never knew you could love me just as I am
I never realized how much I was like a lamb
I never thought you ever really cared
I never felt you near when I was scared
I ran away and slammed the door
I shut you out and wanted nothing more
I felt abandoned, betrayed, cold and alone
But the last thing I wanted was to come back home
You still want me: the world's biggest fool
You picked me, a tiny fish in a great big pool
You chose me from the very beginning
You look at me and can't stop grinning
I find myself standing at a crossroads
Left or right follow where the wind blows
Looking down dusty road and faded track
One step, two step: I'm on my way back
I'm headed back home again this day
How will it be and what will the people say
Lord, what I need is a brand-new start
For family is home and home is in the heart
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 9:13 PM UTC
It blew in off the sea
It went out on a limb
And broke the olive branch
Do you hear the wind through the hair of revolution
--black raven hair--
Bone straight and frayed
The split ends of society forging separate paths
Progression at their tips, regression in their roots
It makes a sound akin to the back of an old haunted house settling
It wandered here in due season
It's about to be cut short
It's about to be swept away
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 3:50 PM UTC
King David’s bard once sang about
ceaseless cycles of the tides,
a time to hope and time for doubt
as we the cresting waves must ride.
Once trusted boatsmen stopped to ford
the deep oceans that divide
and swung their oars in wrath’s discord
to scorch with flames of pride:
I walked across an iron bridge
that had once been made a wall.
Not so far back was it the edge
of two worlds to rivals called.
The warhawks of those bitter days
that swung hard over seas of steel
returned to their unspoiled state
of ivory doves whose touch can heal.
Some doves now blacken in their dirge,
their talons whetted for the **** —
it’s worth recalling when this bridge
its joining purpose re-fulfilled.
Fell waves will crest and seas will smooth,
our tossed ark will come to rest
upon a place where psalms will soothe
us where we by doves are blessed.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC
On the day of all souls in the fall
as leaves lose luster to winter’s bane
my father’s shade returns to call
while I walk along a splintered lane:
His memory murmurs in a darkened nook
of years of yearning and wasted days,
as the distance that filled up the book
of our lives still grows as I turn to grey.
The care he’d showed I did not feel
as the pillars of our bridge began to crack.
Too late, I turned back to heal
the fallen span that we now lacked.
By then his old mind’s lantern had failed;
the new light I’d shone back went unseen
and broken arches into a chasm trailed
where once a golden bridge had briefly been.
Across the valley, dark, deep, and wide,
a spectral stretch of stones appears
to shine as a silvery coach now rides
across, to bring two sundered shadows near.
Now on this day of all souls missed
by those who find themselves left behind,
one faithful departed returns to kiss
the forehead of a son’s reopened mind.
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 1:01 PM UTC
Repair the world that's broke n with a wrench,
For never can a fixer can't afford
To fix a mental meaning with a *****
Though all the world's a floor of concrete poured.
Restore the restoration of the world,
And everything returns to right its place:
The lone construction worker spins betwirled
With bluebirds singing friendly in the face.
Time flies, and so do flying jellyfish.
Since tempos fugue it, carp the dying day.
Go find a star and make a walrus wish
That aliens would pray away the gray.
The grass is greener if the other side
Where hamsters love and noon has never died.
*
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 4:43 AM UTC
~
*faded mauve
butterflies
fluttering along
defeated
selenitic walks
the sound of
abandoned ship bells
in the far
parlor north
but the guilt of
wind is silent
like Venetian whispers
from motionless lips
us, then
inward and upward
one step too far
a house of strangers
tipping like boats
seaworthy as sleep
oars divide
the ocean
but framed pictures
and love letters
unite the walls
to this unstable floor
then, us
always, us*
~
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 10:54 AM UTC
Meet me beneath the olive-tre
I'th'garden of Gethsemane
Quhair Jesus pray'd. Pray thou with me.
Twa corbies mak an hairie nest
Within the gardens wooden brest.
The Sunne is running tow'rd the west.
From off the tre the fruict doth fall
Upon the firm fixt flatten'd ball
Of wormwood Earth whose seas are gall.
Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC