It’s why I drink, it’s why I ate People please, ingratiate I feel the pull so many times To flit away when pressures rise. Escape from my emotions. Discomfort’s locomotion. I know that if I just would face Compulsion would disintegrate. Yet still I fight with all my might To still the noise and shedContinue reading “To Escape”
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My Defects of Character
Do you share to manipulate? Invade a mind to seal your fate? Or do you keep things to yourself To punish, distance, heart on shelf? Do you people please because The pain’s too much of tension’s claws. Your tender sensibilities Too fragile for reality? Far down you look along you nose To travel, ego hasContinue reading “My Defects of Character“
Lots of lesser little loves Distract us from The One above The One who Willed with Love to Be Our lives, how blessed, ‘oft hard to see. We’re made for thee, we can’t undo This pounding that our hearts eschew To rest in thee eternally We can’t not want it desperately. This hunger that weContinue reading “Lesser Loves”
Unlock and Renew
God, are you there? I know that you are, It’s just that I can’t Feel your heat somehow. Will you hold me so close, Press me into your chest, So I beat with your pulse And in You find rest? I want to reach out Even when “I don’t care”. I know that deep downContinue reading “Unlock and Renew”
Have you ever tried to find that perfect balance spot In which a balance board doesn’t teeter, tilt or drop? I can tell you that in trying, I repeatedly do fall The board drops down and hits the ground And gravity applauds. This tendency to dip, to the right or to the left Concupiscence, theContinue reading “Interior Vertigo”
You don’t see what I see Don’t shudder at atrocity You see beneath, you see beyond The present can’t make you undone. It seems that things from long ago Have twisted, warped and changed my soul I didn’t know it at the time But now I writhe, and don’t know why. These things are messy,Continue reading “Divine Kintsugi”
Who Am I to Write?
Who am I to write It keeps me up at night This thought that I don’t matter Serves only as my ladder To dark depression, utter unrest Believing I’ve failed too many tests, But let’s take a look at this negative dive, Perhaps the severity indicates lies? If I did not matter, why would IContinue reading “Who Am I to Write?”
A Rainbow Full of Grace
You don’t see what I see Don’t marvel at atrocity You see beneath, you see beyond The present can’t make you undone. It seems that things from long ago Have twisted, warped and changed my soul I didn’t know it at the time But now I writhe, without a why. These things are messy, deepContinue reading “A Rainbow Full of Grace”
I don’t understand, I don’t comprehend This ‘rest’ that you speak of My brain upends. Foreign tongues don’t make sense In blind repetition, Immersion’s what’s best For inspired recognition “Rest makes me vomit. Rest means I’m weak. Rest means I’m useless, Defenseless, obscene. To be futile is death No product to show For the endContinue reading ““Rest””
Your Living Prose
Piece by piece you pick me up
off this messy floor…
Out of this broken, new image is forged
It shimmers and sparkles, a sight to behold!
Metamorphosed, this icon of the soul.
The Master, the Artist, completed his goal.