Thank you,
In this world full of fantasy
Fake “I loves yous”
And shattered promises
You gave me something real
You gave me a stable ground to stand on
Maybe you aren’t rose petals on the bed
But you are arms safely wrapped around me
You are a sincere kiss
You are my true love

I narrowly opened my eyes
Still glazed and heavy with sleep
I felt a strange presence in my room
Not a peaceful one, but definitely a beguiling one
There was a strange haze in the corner
It consisted of many tiny shining particles
Almost a glitter like substance
It was hovering in my peripherals
I turned and gazed
I felt unease and distrust
Though it looked beautiful and ethereal
I knew it meant me no good
And then it vanished

Some wish to be the sun,
Dazzling in white flames
Brimming with power
An unrelenting force of nature.
But I wish only to the moon,
The quiet moon looking upon lovers
Grazing on each other’s lips like green pastures
Beaming through a window of one who is pierced by the night,
How I long to shine in the darkness

Sometimes the most beautiful words in existence to speak are
“Good bye.”

She was dangerous because she knew her power
She knew her power to heal from deep pain
She knew her power to withstand a storm
She walked through fire and came out alive on the other side
She knew what she was capable of enduring
She knew she had gone through everything that was meant to destroy her and lived to tell the tale
She was dangerous because she was unbreakable
And it’s hard to control a woman like that

A love like his,
Unrelenting in its pursuit,
Unyielding in its passion
Alluring, comforting
His is no human love
It’s the love
That will chase you down into eternity

Stitching stories together in my mind
You’re always my main character
My noble knight, heavy with armor
And bursting with chivalry
You’re my favorite fantasy
You’ll always be my hero
My fairytale ending

He looked at her,
Smaller than him,
Nicer than him,
Eyes full of emerald secrets
Lips full of kindness
And her smile
Nearly knocked him out
She was in every way different than him
But also she was the piece missing from him
She was him

There are layers of the human soul
That exist
That we are not even aware we have
But
Endure a deep trauma
Loose a loved one
Say goodbye to something highly valued and greatly treasured
And
You will discover those layers
You will discover a strength
So profound
You almost wish you didn’t have it.
A strength you come to despise
A resilience that becomes a nuisance
Because as much as you want to
Call it quits, throw in the towel
You can’t because you simply KNOW
You are too strong to give up now

My love, you’re nectar to me
I desire your sweetness in the morning
Your mind is delicious

First He came as a lamb
A sacrifice had to be made
He exchanged His life for ours
A high price for sin had to be paid

The sand in the hour glass has been falling
Years move at a faster and faster pace
He’s held back His hand of judgement
And extended His hand of grace

They’re going to hate Christians
That’s what the Bible says
They’ll try to make us denounce our faith
True followers will be faithful to the end

Jesus takes His church
The rapture, when we are taken away
The antiChrist will reign for 7 years
3 years will be good, but 4 will be evils payday

First He came as a lamb
A blameless offering,
But next, the lion of the tribe of Judah
Is coming as the King

He was wisdom and war
His power was more seductive
Than any beauty I’ve ever beheld
He was thunder

My therapist leans forward in her brown leather chair
And thoughtfully places her hands and investigating, asks me
“So at the this point what do you want?”
I sit and introspect.
I want a massage
I want to understand myself
I want to connect better with people
I want to stop taking everything personally
I want to write better
I want to dance better
I want a lot of money
I want to go get my nails done,
But instead I answer
“I don’t know Janet. I don’t know what I want.”

I crave an abundant life.
I crave good company,
Passionate kisses,
True joy and peace.
I crave freshness
I crave new perspectives
I crave movement, fluidity
And thankfulness.
I crave life.
I crave an abundant life.

They say it’s impossible
To find the love that exists
In songs
In poetry
In films
But whole heartedly
I disagree
Because
Those mediums
Of songs
Poetry
Films
Simply wouldn’t exist
Without that kind of love
Not first being the muse
That inspires them

I soberly behold the march of time
And observe its inevitable nature
I see the wrinkles deepening in my mothers eyes
And hear my fathers voice become weaker
I see the sterling hairs shine silvery in my red tresses
I see the fatigue in my husbands muscles from years of hard work
And it makes me sad, at first, for the imposing truth of mortality is evident
But it also fills my heart with profound joy
To have life at all and love so fierce
To hold the hands of my mother and father while they’re still warm
And enjoy the lingering days of my youth while I have it
To fully feel the embrace of my husband and his remaining strength
I swear to burn with life as long as I have it
And to love beyond reasonable comprehension while I still can
My life will not end with a flicker
It will end with a magnificent blaze of heat and unbridled love

In many ways, he was still a boy
And she was the thunder clap
That ricocheted through his soul
And stunned him awake to manhood

he saw each glimpse of magic in her eyes
he traced every dream winding behind her eyelids with his pupils
unable to pull his eyes from hers
he found himself utterly lost in her mind
with no intentions of finding his way out any time soon

I know what I felt
A string tied from your heart to mine
That is the only explanation
For why I can’t get you off my mind
The strings are tugging on each other
They’re stretching too far
That is why
I want to be where you are

I am always curious how each person I encounter reads me
Perhaps I am a haunting mystery
Or a heart wrenching tragedy
Or a twisted comedy
Either way I hope they enjoy me
With a good cup of coffee
And a lingering “hmm.”

He wove himself a net of victimhood.
Promptly wrapped himself in his spindly web,
Screaming “Someone else threw this net on me!”

Behold a table is set before you
The bread is blessed
The wine is poured
Come, take and eat
The Lords body was broken for you
The Lords blood was shed for you
He has made a way for you
Will you eat?
Will you accept His invitation?
The table is set for you,
It’s your choice to accept it
Accept Him
Accept His gift
Or walk away

It isn’t love.
And it never was.
It was a lesson.
But not love.

April showers
Water the earths fertile womb
Spring grows inside her belly
Soon summer will emerge

My only wish is to give you fervent love.
A love that seeps into every crack left by the frivolous entanglements that broke you.
And a worldly life that left you bitter.
To breathe a new life into you through it.
To refresh you.
That is my only wish.

Time is so fleeting.
And life is so short.
I regret how much time I’ve spent
Being selfish.
I regret how much time I’ve wasted
Nursing animosity.

I signed my name of the dotted line,
I took your surname,
Promising you “for better or for worse.”
I trusted you.
But you hurt me.
The saying is,
“If someone hits you on one cheek turn to them the other.”
But now, I find my self grappling with this near impossible notion,
Of not only turning the other cheek,
But kissing the fist that struck me.

His crystal blue eyes lingered too long on me.
I felt my layers of clothes being peeled back by his unflinching gaze.
My heart pounded and I glanced at him behind the counter.
Not tending to the work that needs to be finished, but looking incessantly towards me.
Clammed up, but strangely sympathetic I allowed his unbroken stare to remain transfixed.
He was old, and ***** minded as he winked and puckered his lips at me when I glanced his way once again.
I looked again into his eyes and wondered what pain has he known?
What have the years twisted him into?
From the time he was a young boy, with a ruddy face and full head of hair, playing with a toy gun he made from a stick.
Why was his heart so tainted, he thought he could make me into whatever his fantasies were making me into at that moment, and not feel bad?
Where did he lose his conscious?
I gathered my courage and looked at him once again, but with a glance not composed of fear and knitted together by disgust. No.
I looked at him, and my heart ceased pounding and smiled at him.
A wide, genuine, true smile.
And nodded my head as if to say “I understand.”
He looked back at me and his blue eyes had changed their story.
No longer leering. They were apologetic and yielding now.
And as I left the store I couldn’t help, but steal a glance one more time, he was still looking, not with lust, but with a sadness, simply nodded his head back to me as if to say
“Thank you for understanding.”

The world sparkles
Through the watery lens of tears
I am okay.
I am okay.

The horizon breaks in golden laughter
Makes a flit of thoughts stop
The light pierces through my being
Time to walk to the coffee shop

Say my name and taste it on your tongue
Like whiskey burning on your lips
I trace your neck with my mouth
You stare at me like a sailor caught in a storm
Adrenaline pounds in your chest
You shake and pray and realize
You’re about to relapse
Hooked on the girl who smells of flowers and gunpowder

It’s not that I don’t love you
It’s just that, you’re suffocating me..

In conclusion,
He gave me many material comforts.
And he gave me bruises on my body.
He would lend me his good will,
Not from love,
But for control.
I should have ran the night he pointed a gun at me.
Loaded or not. It should’ve been the end.
I’ve strove with him so tirelessly.
Given him second and third chances so preposterous it’s laughable.
I’ve waited patiently for him to be patient.
I’ve trusted him with heart, despite his brutish ways of stomping on what I give.
And the most maddening thing,
Is how he turned it all to make it seem like I was the only one at fault.
In conclusion, this is our conclusion.
Good night old friend.

I hope I am as woven into the tapestry of your thoughts, as you are mine.
I hope you can hear my laughter echoing in your head and makes you smile upon remembrance.
I hope certain smells remind you of me and make you yearn for my presence, crave my company.
I hope you talk about me to your closest confidants and analyze our moments together.
I hope as your falling asleep, my face flashes across your heavy eyes.
I hope I bring hope to you when you’re feeling sad or discouraged.
I hope I am to you, what you are to me.
Hope..

There’s no way of knowing
The when or the where
No way to discern
No measurement fair
But every so often
Out of the mire
Emerges a Phoenix
With its wings set on fire
Out of the mundane
Out of the drudgery
Out of  humble stations
Comes the extraordinary
Out of humanity
Rises a valiant heart
Which exceeds the rest
And stands apart

The most dangerous opponent
Is a quiet one

I was growing too fond of it all
The house, the car, the pictures on the wall
Sentiments are dangerous things
For they anchor you to this world, you see
I am not a fixed embellishment on this earth
It’s all passing away, even the things with great worth
This world is not my home, nor is it my prize
I look on towards heaven, that is where my treasure lies

A profound gratitude is conceived in my heart as I gaze at the dusty pictures hung on my wall
The eyes illuminated within those frames gazing back at me.
Bygone years and yesterday’s laced with laughter, tears, memories. Some joyful and some bitter, but all filled with beauty and a deep grace.
Mountains loom in one photo
The Eiffel Tower dazzles in the next
The Roman colosseum beneath that one
The heavenly blue roofs of Greece under that one
And on and on and on
I never would’ve believed it,
As a young wild child, living in a trailer park, barely surviving in the hidden muddy parts of a country filled with the stink of cows
That God would open my world so vastly and allow me to travel beyond what I ever even imagined, and He blesses me still, and even more, with the promise of eternity with Him.
Truly, like Jesus said He came to give “life and life more abundantly.”
And I am truly thankful…

The world is kind to those with deep pockets,
But the needy are not rescued from the bitter cold.

My light burned bright
Writhed, stunned, pierced the night
My fire was too much for him, he said
So he blew as hard as he could and left me for dead
But the smoke danced from within me and my resolution grew
The embers glowed, flowed and he knew
You cannot **** the heart determined to rise
No shadow may quench passion of that size

Our daylight egos
Are so quickly shed
As the moons rises
And the night thickens.
Our true feelings are felt
Deepening with the hours
Our raw, tired, vulnerable selves
Are finally free to feel

If life is art
And this human experience
Is comparable to a masterpiece
Of twisted, convoluted, magical,
Priceless beauty,
If life is art,
I suppose I’m probably
Just a crayon.

She was a private girl.
She was shut behind the windows of her eyes,
Quietly observing all that fluttered by her.
She felt the sunshine more richly,
Tasted more sweetly,
Kissed more sincerely.
She was a private girl.
Many believed they knew her ins and outs
But they only saw the light that splashed across her surface.
Knowing nothing of her inner depth.
They thought “what a sunshiny girl!”
And that’s all she wanted them to think,
For the rest of her belonged to her and her alone.
An impenetrable ocean of hidden secrets

She wasn’t a gold digger,
She was gold.
Solid gold.

My guitar has a big ol’ black hole in its chest
I think that why we get each other

The thick night beckons her
The dense, black shadows are her vice
The lonely girl with a curious heart
Met death with his power to entice
His skeleton hand
Gently grazed her tender cheek
His soft touch made her heart flutter
She was lost and he was willing seek
So death kissed the maiden
A tale as old as time, indeed
The monster and the saint intertwined
The beauty and the beast

Dip my arrow in perfume
So my fragrance will linger
Draw my bow and shoot his heart
Get him wrapped around my finger

I aim to poeticize my presence
Become a symbol in his mind
“I could give you what you want. I know you’re unhappy with  life.”

Dig my fingers
Into his malleable male essence
Flash him “I want you” eyes
Then quickly return to indifference

Appeal to his inner hero
Then find a distraction
Praise him for a moment
But always delay satisfaction

That is my conclusion
A feminine deduction
Leave a man hungry
That is the key of successful seduction