Serving To Pacify

Are you going to leave this open space in me? Now you make me see now what I can truly be. Educated I already am with knowing true bliss a myth. You supplied to pacify this. You did so with your kiss. If you drift away so sublime search in time I’ll try to find…

A Vast Gaze

I find the universe in your eyes. Celestial bodies make you wise. For the times I’ve stood amazed, wonder how I did become so brave. Maybe because your relm’s not cold. I can not believe what in you I behold. I see what I desire the most so clear. As in your eyes wonderous sights…

Past Our Hell

Hold together as if a tight knot. Arms and legs where time’s forgot. Throw thoughts around the room. Paint it all black if it you choose. Or sing tunes among a choir. Find the notes heart’s desire. You perspire, in journeys call. Breathe friends; fear not at all. Construct halls that echo around. So you…

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 2, Pain According To C.S. Lewis

For a long time I have had a poem about hurt that I’ll share a little later this week. Hurt exists from the fact we are in touch with what true joy really is. The deeper we love the more pain we feel. The more in touch we are with our feelings the more honest…

Beautiful Souls Do Beautiful Things

Those days. Those bitter days. Where I sweat and strived to a higher purpose. A cause beyond me. A place where blood and discomfort were alleviated by the power of passion. A passion to aid in a cause fighting for the innocent; the helpless. The world’s cruel aspect. The chilling scenes of abuse. How voices…

Blind Me

Storms in the east fires in the west some things move faster than the rest. Is there any way you could explain foundations crumble though my mind’s sane. All sanity consumed my spirit has no rest; I feel you move in and out of my chest. Push me off the path I try and walk…

Through A Page Dimly

It may take a book to see how lofty I tend to be. Could I ever even see it then as my life spills from a pen? Shall I write myself amongst stars? Above the fray, fast past all the scars? I can surprise myself how so easy the little things serve to please me….

Passion’s Fraught Trip

What was made was made able. We will rise becoming stable. Sweat and tears tear at the seams; whisps of kindness help sew dreams. Drawing us out to fight the fight where we see our heart’s delight. This is called passion. When your work is driven by fervant gestures giving splendid vision. The world conspires,…