This one is silent
Like an unfelt unexpected apologie
Honestly cold and safe from
Treacherous feeling
This one is dull like
A conversation with too many
Words never to be spoken
Or the black hole in the chest
Ever expanding
This one is to be sipped
As it unfolds
Into our memory
As metamorphosis
That knew not her true face
This one is beyond limits
Beyond definitions fluctuating
Endless continuum between
The depths and hights
Fearful and admiring of them both
This one is about
One that will never be
Because it is
And tomorrow will be another day
This one is about
you

I will walk in the way he gave me, I will show love and mercy. I will let my life bear a resemblance to what he did. I will seek to give and not take. I will become what he said I should be. Though I have human failings, I will pray for his guidance. I will ask for strength when I am weak and I will speak of him when ever I am able. To the first work I will be faithful and in all things I will persevere. Even when the world rejects me, I shall lean on him and hold to the nail scarred  hands. I will be a witness for Christ.

I love storms
They show me that even the painted blue skies cry
That the ground sometimes even quakes with fear
That even the bunches of cotton that float in the sky turn gray with despair and doubt
That no matter how hard you try the sunshine always goes away
But storms also shows me
When the sun finds it way through the crying clouds and shines down on the grass that is Drooping with the tears, and a rainbow, filled with the colors of the world is painted on the skies canvas by the spirits above.
I love storms

If I were not
me,
I think I'd be a
stained glass window

I saw a picture today
in a magazine
of a reflection, but also a shadow- an echo of
all of this window's
color on the
altar of a church and
God
if I could exist in a way that I could
see
myself and
allow myself to
fade away, into oblivion- an illusion
of all that I am, laid on the floor of a church-
I'd be a stained glass window

let
me be
the mirror
that
reflect
your soul
while
i
write your name
in gold
when
you
let me
be
the mirror
that
you still hold

Admire her
with a mellow smile

or her stunning gaze
will set to melt your foolishness.
her warmth sticks like sweat

her Confidence
It's Contagious.

Oh...

See her Beaming
see she sends her gentle rays,
sizzling.
bent down.

to lay upon my brow.

to pet my cheeks.

to press against my lips in tight
clever curls.