The unnameable voice whispers with a breath made solely from light –Its voice speaks a vocabulary uttered as vast permutations: migratory flocks, tree leaves, innumerable insects… tropes, colors, atoms and not least, the miscounted stars significantly smaller than the total array of fiery synapses and neuronal connections added synergistically when you dream, dance or smile after love’s quiet absence has at last been fulfilled.
An empty wine skin found among ancient texts becomes synonymous with a symbol I rename my soul– no more nor less real than the vacant dead…
And if heaven is only what one imagines ye who genocide the world with nightmares how I pity you in estranged eternity.
Long rivers made in salvation’s image going back to John the Baptist …countless centuries o’ trespasses memorialized by novel sacrifice as my own for your redemption.
I cleanse the weight of a single choice the same as a million; my acts raised by the powers of ten raised ad infinitum.
Gazing into the azure horizon I patiently wait for Its return.
i'm a 42 year old writer and have spent the last two decades sifting through books in a variety of libraries all across the southern United States while writing poems, stories and novels and am only now standing at that precipice where i'm willing to share my work with the world. my single greatest fear with regard to writing is that what i've penned would waste someone's precious time.
To conquer my desire, I chose to battle alone. Armed with hope, Strength and courage Holding weapons of determination and perseverance Struggled, fought till the last blood sheds But.. Lost!!!!Defeated!!! People say “Life is like licking honey off a thorn”….Yes
The sun is now hiding its light And hope is fading in the darkness of the night Tears fell from your weary eyes Holding back the hardships in your heart I can tell it with your sigh. Teardrops glitter in
You heard what you wanted to hear You felt what you wanted to feel You ignored all the evidence to the contrary And resigned yourself to the fates But what you did not see Was the turmoil that started it
I’m a prisoner -A prisoner of my mind. I can’t be free. I can’t be me. Locked in by anxiety, interrogated by insecurity, and depression is barricading the door. With no room to breathe, I can feel my lungs collapse
The years have passed by, In the blink of an eye. Moments of sadness, And joy has flown by. People I loved, Have come and have gone. But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn’t easy,