I never wanted
to be
what you
turned me into,
but I will
live with it,
for I
don't know
how else to live
with myself.

Enamored with the orange glow
In ones perceptive line of view
Eyes meet the horizon
As eyes will sometimes do
Standing at the rock face; bluff
Cool breeze, nearing dusk
Bundled in emotions arms
Cannot do the moment just

secret flowers hidden in my chest
ever day I wake up to do my best
the prayers of yesterday still linger
on my distracted, rolling fingers
a sacral image tattooed with Grace  
etched upon my heart, Christs face
no denomination here, just love
properly suiting me like a glove;
Sanctity cannot be seen but can be felt,  
a deliquesce thing that comforts, melts.

Struggling through life
With the weight of the world on his back
The snail keeps on moving forward
Slowly but surely
Leaving a contrail of slime behind
Yet with hope of greater things to come

Love is so contagious
It’s like an infectious plague
The symptoms are
Tears
Pain
Fear
Heartache
And it’s hardly curable