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The Morning Fight

My soul wrestles again

The competing forces resume their stance

At war once more

And I am tired of this battle

To keep me away from grace

 

Though in agony and persistence

I muster syllables of pleas to help me

As the calling to live without you

Echoes louder day by day

 

Let me not pass you by

No Longer You

I lived 

Among rags and grey 

breaths exhaled 

proved that life was lived 

I panted with an urgency 

And failed to leave proof along some past. 

I didn’t recognize myself 

In memories of blur and jagged scenes

Every gone second an echo 

Of someone who waits to be awaken….

Sleep on forbidden dream 

Stay in a stiff death

I am no longer you 

Not By Me

Deep are things that run through me
As heavens light pours awakening love
In this room
Where I have watched myself
Wrestle, tossed against the walls of pride

But they crumble
They fall
Not by me, not by my thoughts that
Run unstable and frail

I never had what it takes to break the hold
I only asked
In whimpers and breakable skin
No thunder or lightning comes
Nothing by earth or my wits end

No

Only You

Just Say, There are more Days

Long tears fall

we are all fragile today

as my heart refuses to rest

 

I go on, grasping strength

 

evidence of true love speaks

in the night’s quiet resolve

when finally the mind is alone

when the heart could hear my thoughts

 

the world does not pause

no life slows to help me keep up

 

something is missing from the air I breathe

as Minutes say goodbye too fast like miles of years passing

Under the breeze of heaven’s whisper

 

Just say, there are more days

 

make up for what was lost

Theres so much to say

Its Not Over Yet

No remedy for time

not even these eyes

that spill out sorrows

as pleading to halt this disease

 

All in a moments resign, nothing is more important

than to see life sing again

 

beyond fears

beyond these things that cause so much pain

 

we wonder

where is the relief

 

come settle me down, settle me here sweet God of mine

all the earth is weeping

Wanting to bring back laughing scenes

 

Don’t farewell

give it time

hope needs to revive me awake

 

to bear this up, bear this life

it’s not over yet

 

A Stroll Down the Hall of Fading Faces

Keep going time..

Keep walking through these halls

You’re not hesitant to gift this change of days

Change of sun

And shifting shades

 

I go gazing upon their fading faces

Suddenly death has something to say

Why do we leave without wanting to

Born in mystery and brought to these endings

 

All we have are little years

With our shadowy fears walking behind

Holding our hearts like we don’t want to share

 

And all the while these hours just don’t want to slow their pace as

I’m falling by thousands of steps behind

Overwhelmed

That life can fly over where heavens just a blink awake

Fourteen

​Blink blink, sting
My eyes swallowed her words of turmoil
As I bowed my head
She understood the hardships of sailing Questions

But did not know the answers

I could only hear her words wrestle with pain
She could not be comforted 
Nor did her tears stop to pour her sorrows of being alive

How I could not know what to say
Silence came only to
Prove the multi layered confusion
Building fast within her
She is braving her world
While fearing truths
The world seemed to implode
That afternoon
And quiet did it stay after
She is not the same

Insomnia

​It feels like the night hours have  

forgotten  

about my sleep

 As if I’m waiting 

for a taxi that never 

comes for me.

Eyes sullen and open

The dark becomes less

And blue outlines my room 

as if it had enough rest
I’m not ready for tomorrow 

to demand its right 

To live

Knowing my Language

my voice muttered through

the realms of cluttered air

I could say

anything in


the privacy of my mind


without the sound


of throat and


distracted tones


I cried real things suppressed 


and confessed my


turmoil in silence


and quiet


burdens


there is not a peace i find


than here in


the chamber


of grace where you


hear me


and know the machinery


of my being


and every time I come and kneel


You make sense of


all that that I cannot say…







True

The rules to live by are becoming grey And I question my life 

If there is meaning 

And if there are falsities 

Dressed like truth 

But if every thought 

And every word could really live

Honestly in its stark breath

Maybe the ears would hear their

Own lives being said

Maybe barriers are 

Not as 

fashionable

As we make them

And maybe real living

Is being what you are right now

Holding time as if to grasp 

The moments that 

Remind you 

That every minute lived up to now 

Points you to be 

More true