Miracle

I am not here to tell tales Merely not a tale teller I have had  frailties that caused me fails Yet I am held in the hands of the maker Who is never counting on my inconsistencies or foolery Not even my falls Rather I am very often hand picked into glory Such that I

WITH MY SINS AND LOVE

At the Lord’s feet

It Was My Song

No other made sense, In his eyes read the notes My soul enjoyed. Underneath the sky, before whatever time I would be caressed till the melody drowned my entire being And I lived by this,for this For what is life without love,a symphony of something beautiful you can live by? A music you can own?

When I Leave

I’ll find the place The puzzle spelt There for a long time I’ll lay Till the lot from the shattered can stand And not fall, Till the lost is found or Could be birthed again. Let the hut be home So when my back arrives It’ll lay in solace For eternity. When I leave There

To The Other Side

To the other side,there At death we’re naked Stripped before all in its time Off of love,wealth and conscience Off of more,off of all With souls over earth And earth to a spoil Then the grave for a home A home that would not house. To the other side,there All of life is for a

Danced With God

To the day, I wore my strength and sadness in one attire as tailored by life for no occasion planned,my smile came along Into a hall i was calledIn I stoodWith chatters here,clinging glasses thereThen the man I love He held me for a danceAnd in his arms I closed my eyes to praySuddenly, he

Glory

I am the soul of many lives With my soles tied to the Chí The journey for a name I’ll embark Bringing to all ,fame Such that after the game we still have peace In the light we’ll play, In the dark laid strength will slay Till the lands are tilled Forsaking not faith for

Out Of Me

You took me out Down the slope Ridden faintly For a drink It wasn’t my desire You thought it right In the broken sheets of the bank I wept The taste of good Sleeps in the past I wanted another now and more Alternately to please I drank I wept And I died The cares

Shakespearean Sonnet For Solomon

O Fair man O Solomon, Thy beauty hath embraced my mind to solace and I write, Thine, to a place love owns You make me dwell Laying before you with’d whole of me Beit time fade Your name I’ll play still till strings ring eternity’s… With my soul reading From the book your sole leaves

La Vida (The lot of life)

No es la porción de muchosPara que ellas no sepanY no lo tengoUna carga soportada hasta la muerteAlgunos ven para tenerOtra algunos por una temporadaDe cualquier manera nadie reza por el mal sobre una mismoLa vida nos llega no solo por elecciónEntonces ,¿cuánto podemos cambiarNacimos para cumplirUn propósito dadoDolor O alegría, nadie puede decirloLo que