Her heart hurt. Not because she was physically sick, or injured. Her insides felt heavy and sad. Caught in a lie, destroying the trust of her friend. Acting like an immature child, she was so disappointed in herself. She knew her words had not been not truthful. She knew her hands were doing wrong. Most… Continue reading Drink the Water
Blank words stuck Under the tongue Inside the gum I chew and meditate The words. Regurgitate. I taste too late Guilt aftertaste Harsh reprobate She’s spoken in my name I knew better It didn’t matter My words had scattered From the top-down tower They didn’t bow Or Blink or bother The Father or His breath… Continue reading Prophet
Intensify After my dream Looping in heaven Crashing to earth Drinks on the beach But cycles teach my hopefuls to die. Why is it easier to remember than to forget? One thing I remember Is everything dies. So Did it die? Or is it just sleeping? Or is that my hopefuls Again beating the horse.
From the beginning the poems began. All good things lay there. Yet no one wants to go home. To what end? We all return to the master. But my problem is His mercy Because my life breathes in The in-between. The flavor between the drink The silence when my heart’s not beating The tingle between… Continue reading Living In-Between
She daily grasps to control the uncontrolled. Cleaning from the anger. Organizing out of frustration. As she scrubs and puts away, the sweetest and most accommodating is fighting for her life. So her meaningless tasks must become meaningful. Or else the truth of her day-to-day is only glorified busywork. And the truth is demoralizing. Why… Continue reading Domesticity Masks the Demon