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 IContinue reading “Miracle”
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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?Continue reading “It Was My Song”
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 aContinue reading “To The Other Side”
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 caresContinue reading “Out Of Me”
The loner’s Sacrifice
By his eyes I lay a recluse Spirited to live a more Taking up trays in devotion In tears private I daily bath Such an offering, A language known I speak Yet misunderstood by the lot For reason With the unseen I converse Telling of the pain my soul feels Hoping help will come toContinue reading “The loner’s Sacrifice”
Young Blood
With a conscience wild We ride Playing tales at noon from the root Coats large Yet bodies small Standing always at the front line Seeming saints, soiled status Bended by desires sweet yet poisonous A fall generational For whilst we be,we be Consistent at the stage but not at the altar So when that kingdomContinue reading “Young Blood”
Damned Glory
The days we wait for will come with our tales different Yesterday stolen, today borrowed and tomorrow bought Glory in the vices virtue betrayed us for Our hands will write rough on the soil that formed us The former written still is As we have bended the woods till it broke ,that whilst we huntedContinue reading “Damned Glory”
Bane
The bridled tongues of our conscience may fade asleepBirthed truth however,will unchangeably seek its way out sob after sob in weeps. With their feet at the edgeRacing souls mergeFor a priceThe begotten few at the line may arrive. Creation’s pain we all bearEven at that raceThe winner crowned wasn’t the HareOur garments soiled all ofContinue reading “Bane”
Fear’s Death
Swimming to death Over an ocean with no depth Time rang the bell And all fell Love came bare Fear sat pretty and fair Hearts heaved And given slaves rejoiced as torments weaved Braids to chained heads Days colored blue red Romance took its place after For fear found favour Not by vice nor virtueContinue reading “Fear’s Death”