I moved from KC, MO to Florida just over a year ago. I still miss it from time to time, even in paradise. You can only take so many palm trees before you look at them like oaks. But it’s better living off-island and near a river now! And I see pines from our place.
Watching the sunset over seas
Enjoying tropical island breeze
But watching this sun set behind the trees
Brings me to my thankful knees
These trees give some permanance
To these limitless firmaments
Sailing from every temporal shore
Can leave a wanderer wanting more
Grounded with grass and pines in the yard
Make living in paradise not so hard LOL
Flesh becomes one with the mind
When viewed beyond reality
The two are then perceived of kind
Transcend above fatality
Depth of soul to the depth of hell
And then you have a story to tell
You draw conclusions
Like ragged curtains
Assume that I feel
Pain that is real
Un-hidden in the place
Where hurt lands
But I’m injured inside
Too deep to detect it
No surface affected
Chaos will abide
Down to the core
Heart of the sore
Poison pill, weakened will
Infected ill, quivering quill
You kill me with your words
I rocket to the ground like gunned-down birds
Everything you say
Is trapped inside my brain
I try to let it go
But you race to reload
I will say thanks to you
Now that I’m dead, I’m bulletproof
Feeling like a fool because I cannot control
The dull, shaking razor I hold to my soul
Standing above the overflowing sink
I wipe the steamed mirror as I hold on the brink
Cut the hair, but not the skin
Hold back blood and shave on a grin
Smiles are money that buy you a life
But honesty is the sharpened knife
You may die quick, but you’ll die free
I’d rather go now than fake what I’ll be
The only thing that slips away
Is the person you thought you had to play
Kill that, Darling. Twist the blade.
You will only sleep in the bed you’ve made.
Be your own person. Live your own choice.
Write your name in the fog and raise that cutting voice.
gangly legs dangle
hanging at strange angles
spangled and strangled
littered with bangles
privileged with physical advantage
yet starving for life without baggage
damaged and ravaged
mangled and managed
with makeshift bandages
wrangle your courage
disentangle this bondage
dissolve this marriage
to branded, handled beauty
Your face goes here.
Doing what you fear.
Healing an injured ear.
Wiping every tear.
Making the most of years.
Keeping faith near.
Sweeping the path clear.
Changing this whole sphere.
Shouting for the back to hear.
Ready for God to appear.
Your face goes here.
Galatians 2:20 NIV
20 I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me…
Aches and pains
But no complaints
With physical sense
Now walking where angels tread
Caught between a spell
Soft dew kisses
Mist and light remission
Stroll without sound
Feet don’t touch the ground
From below to above
I think I’m in love
Heaven help this hell
Money does not buy happiness.
A smile can’t stop the rain.
But when you’ve confronted the past,
You can smile through the pain.
A smile isn’t an umbrella.
Peace isn’t purchased with cash.
Happiness is burning down hate
And rising from the ash.
So take this fire,
And beat those wings.
Fan these flames.
Embrace the change it brings.
I’m your confessional
You unburden yourself
With apology’s song
I don’t need sorry
I require peace
Where fear will cease
Just remember me
When you stand accused
You won’t stand
For feeling abused
Put down your throwing rock
Throw away that scoring chalk
Turn back the ticking clock
Rattle the key and turn the lock
Open the door when you hear me knock
Let me off this prison block
Listen as much as you talk
Take my shoes and walk
Where do I begin?
Arriving here at echo’s end
Addiction strikes at the hearts of men
Stabs at the particulars of then
Wishing for what wouldn’t have been
Cover my ears at the deafening din
Sickening twinge of crawling skin
Swirling aversion to carnival ride spin
Falling smack on pavement’s grin
Forget the times of remembering when
You were never faithful, Friend
You were plastic and porcelain
Intemperate as the warping wind
I’m tired of taking hits on the chin
The problem lies within, therein
Buttoned-up so you won’t break in
It’s not a matter of who will win
I simply won’t come to this again
I wash my hands of this selfish sin