Rest easy la luna, Everything is under control, When your eyes have welled up, And your tears are just about to fall, Take courage and a few deep breaths, Mirror my emotions, though the world suppresses yours, Pause, while your silence speaks for you in ways that words could never, Not every thought needs finishing,…… Continue reading Rest Easy La Luna
Category: poetry
Overcomer.
Pushed to the curb,Dragged through the mud,Thrown under the bus,To be run over.Could it be fate?Could it be karma?Is it coincidence?Or just my luck?The heart of man.The thoughts that fuel.The memories that linger.The betrayal that stings!Hands clean,Heart pure,Mind clear,Conscience Clean.We live to tell the story,Our redemption,The overcoming,Truly becoming.
20 something and curfew
one day here and gone the next, but even this realization won’t stop me from overthinking, even through those long days, what I needed most was a curfew, to lock down and relax, a cup of milk and ice cube to chase it, a lazy chair in the front yard to make direct eye contact…… Continue reading 20 something and curfew
I don’t like you
I don’t like you I don’t have to like you I don’t hate you Hate is too strong a word Too toxic an emotion I just don’t like you Your values do not align with mine Your attitude leaves a bitter taste in my mouth Your thinking really is screwed Your feeling of entitlement irks…… Continue reading I don’t like you
SHEPERD
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, Wanting has never been up for discussion He is Jireh! The struggle is not walking through the valley of the shadow of death, Really, I fear no evil, But the evil disguised as angels, It’s them! They who you go to for comfort, They who you…… Continue reading SHEPERD
Wilderness
In my wilderness season,I’d like to make this journey alone,I may not show up for you as I used to,I would be prioritizing me,As I embark on the journey to self discovery.Yea though I walk through the valley,I know this too shall pass,So I fear none,In the end it will all work for my good.Not…… Continue reading Wilderness
Billowing Waters
dangling in front of the possibility of life and limbo, with legs akimbo, nothing to offer, let this be a lesson, be like the billowing waters that roll, gliding in endless motion, cascading one over the other, for every rise and fall, for every gentle sway, there is a timeless dance, one that memories cannot…… Continue reading Billowing Waters
Centuries Past
Through many years of darkened history, Times plagued by the reimagines of the human mind, Rewritten histories of blatant untruths, Yet to (re)conquer we must pay OUR dues? What’s ours is theirs, they said, what’s theirs is theirs, So we didn’t have it any other way, Get mugged with a smile on ya face, If…… Continue reading Centuries Past
Cry Baby
Running to my Abba with my legs wobblingLike a child desperately seeking comfort from the arms of a fatherI know my Abba’s got meWhat I did or did not do is not up for discussionWith my Abba I can be vulnerableI can let down my guardsBecause Abba knowsHe seesHe hearsAbba is out of time He…… Continue reading Cry Baby
Papa’s Orchard
in Papa’s orchard, where you came to me as a long lost friend, where we picked the greenest of apples, and selected the reddest of strawberries, where we laughed and laughed until our stomach ached, making memories in the blasting heat, returning home to rinse and repeat, sometimes it came to me as a dream,…… Continue reading Papa’s Orchard
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