A story, a life, a sacrifice.
A belief in blood,
Atoning for my transgressions.
A body, broken.
A substitute for me.
Yes, I have broken God’s law,
Over and over.
Love has poured Himself
Into my soul,
And I am clean.
A story, a life, a sacrifice.
A belief in blood,
Atoning for my transgressions.
A body, broken.
A substitute for me.
Yes, I have broken God’s law,
Over and over.
Love has poured Himself
Into my soul,
And I am clean.
Come, tell me your story.
I’m sure there’s been ups and downs.
Struggles and hardships, but
Also victories and successes.
Yes, there has been fun and giggles,
To balance out the tears.
I feel privileged to say,
Despite life’s disappointments,
There is rewards.
Even though the challenges have been many,
It’s been a good life so far,
And I’m sure there will be
Wonderful times to come.
Close pat safe and sound
curl up into a baby pose
in the womb where it’s warm
and dark and comfortable
I like being there it’s fun
every need met before you have to ask
nice and cozy
Mama
Brown red blue green silver purple white how do you like it? Doesn’t matter to me, as long as I have some. Taste it and see. Embrace nonconformity. Come to the edge, but don’t jump off. Just hang there, til your arms get tired, but pull yourself up, while you still can! Curl your toes over a cliff. Swirl your body among the surf. Think about why you’re here. Why am I here? Say that to yourself. There will come a day, when all the leaves will fall and the gates will close. Make the most of what you’ve got. Trust the universe to keep you safe and sound.
Loud ringing
In my ear.
Would mistake
Another fear.
Lose your mind
In anxious thought.
So depressed.
Please, make it stop!
Never welcome
When you’re weary.
Nothing doing
Until it’s clear, see.
Jump to the beat
Of an accordion.
Dance around
In the Florida sun.
Keep the time
Until you pop.
Thought I’d holler,
But second thought,
I think I’ll sleep
Down in a hole.
Such misgiving,
Like a troll.
Zooming around
From the stars to the ground,
And back again. Is it a sin?
I wonder all about
The simple things, and pout.
Boy, it’s a mess,
And I must confess
That you are the best.
Do you know how
We can break out of this now?
I want to go
Where I can flee to and fro.
I hope
That you can offer
A way to make it stop.
All I know
Is that I remember
That I told you so.
Leaping over a lounging lizard,
In the middle of a raging blizzard,
Is not a pastime I’d encourage,
Even if you took my luggage.
…
If you ask me for the time,
I would say it’s not a crime,
But don’t expect an accurate telling,
And never grade me on my spelling.
…
Do you think there is some truth
To what they say but never prove?
Is it where I put it last,
Inside a bucket of plaster caste?
Happiness is elusive
For those that expect
Perfection.
Tattered limbs
And a bruised soul
Mark joy in the heart.
Here you are yourself.
The tide changes
When the pressure is on.
Long nights follow short days.
The moon watches
The lonely in their beds.