The first time I felt betrayed by creation
Was when I first was able
To get it straight in my head
That I will not be at my funeral.

The storm has passed.  
Now there is silence.
Pain is silently sitting
in some corners of my heart,
waiting to drift into a deep slumber,  
never to be awakened again.

When your broken by the blow, and the jagged edges of despair cause the wounds to grow.

When the crystal hits the pavement and you can’t even imagine what the pile of glass used to be. When the tears flow so freely and last so long that its hard to see.

When your heart is so heavy it’s beating you to death from the inside. When you cant organize your thoughts no matter how hard you have tried.

When it feels like everything you thought you knew was just a lie. And you are unsure of whether to start over or say goodbye.

At that place between hard and desperate when your cheeks are wet from the tears without respite.

I Turn to the one who knows us to our very core who knit us together and desires for our pain to be no more!

I Gaze upon his Mercy his forgiveness his Grace, his unimaginable love as I see his blood and tear stained face!

He knew hurt, and suffering, rejection, and pain. Endured hardships and displayed self sacrifice again and again.

So in the midst of my grief and chaos without cease. I can run to him and find mercy and peace.

Sad, dessicated flower
I was enthralled with
Your delicate roots, tipsy
With your Typhoid Mary
Doses of shroomy caps
And bitter smiles. I choked
Them down with a vengeance,
As the saying goes. But, this
Rubbed you like a congestive
Illness, and you embraced our
Final moments together
With punishing alacrity.

You're just a memory—
fading like sunlight at the edge of day,
a flower wilting in the hush of fall,
a river whispering itself away.

And yet...
hope lingers on that fragile thread of what if—
But is it worth holding on,
if all that’s left is space
growing wider
between your name and mine?

Tortured for no reason
By the Japanese
In response to
General ripper's
Grave entreaties
He suffered
The indignities
Without much rancour
The strange thing is
They make such ****** good cameras.