Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer. The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.
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Like an angel
Like an angel, I need you today to roll this stone away. My heart pumps love like its fair whilst my head doesn’t seem to care. Christopher said ‘our view of this world is like a mirror reflecting one’s soul’. Well, in a deep wishing well. I’m the poem and the pen, to feel moreContinue reading “Like an angel”
These nights with you
I would cut down to hear your laugh just one more time, have not just fading memories drowning in this bottle of wine. I miss you more than i ever could’ve thought, I wish it didn’t ache and your life wasn’t cut so short. I reflect on us as children, in the past i loveContinue reading “These nights with you”
Thyme that grew through pebbles
Lured in by the grace of a beaming smile that hid much. I saw heartache through her eyes that I found attractive, a profound force struck something inside of us. Beneath my fury and her pain, like thyme that grew through pebbles. We found love.
Waiting
Like wintry trees waiting for their leaves to return. I stand strong, watching the tinders burn. Waiting in expectation with every folk-dance In waiting, do we diminish, or do we enhance? Tides wait for the moon once more do I labour on the wrong shore? There’s a weight in waiting to wait God please, I’mContinue reading “Waiting”
I feel a change
As caterpillar to butterfly I feel a change coming. I surmise to bask in victory as the Indian lotus springs to life. Blowing in the wind, carrying excitement surfing on the sea change of optimism like the woman at the well i feel it’s dynamite. I smell it in the petrichor dabbing myself dry afterContinue reading “I feel a change”
Music
To hear music is to feel. Changing of emotion echoing the expression of ones soul. Proof of His existence. Life without music, impossible. Above clouds racing through veins, in musical notations love thrives. Pulsating to the symphony of our lives.
My morning muse
You are the poetry. Like the bells that chime my hand composes your fate to rhyme. The way you motion with the mop, you became my morning muse. Alexa is taking requests in the kitchen, so take my hand and i’ll let you choose.
Penetrating words
I fantasise of you wearing exotic clothing from the poesy you’re portraying. I probe the prose I know just what you’re saying. Cedillas on letters, smooth curves of your words I want to bite the lid of this pen making love to your poetry, with my penetrating words.
He is love
Suffered in His love for our sin. Overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit, when inside He flew. Son of man at the core. Anoint in the rainfall of life. A sacrifice so pure. Grace so kind. love. Heart soul andContinue reading “He is love”
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