The Proposal

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How do I speak of love

After this show 

Having been shown the exit before year-end 

Drowned in broken promise 

That has become the altar of persecution.

Left in a ring of I do's 

Pulling the petals to order 

Hope trumped with unsaid words 

Sad to even grace the lips 

Eying a distance call for reprieve.

Stepping in marinated worries 

Dancing upon racing thoughts 

"I...thought you were the one"

A broken record trailing the mind 

As I race to save my sanity 

Already ripped with your unsaid words.

Foolish Cycles

We live with the past in our head

Sticks plugged in, to miss silent whispers

Fear driving us to the wall

Just to conform to the movement of others.

Trusting the world

Yet unable to recreate it.

While calls to #HearHim sound

We chose solutions that crown us problems

Playing dumb, when reality stares in front.

Only to recall the armor of peace

When the storms already sink our hope

Taking a loan on salvation.

When we should have banked on it

Burying our debt when the cyclone seize

Only to remember it amid the cyclone eye

Where calm briefs, momentarily before hell returns.

And our minds are switched back to Him again.

While sticks get unplugged to listen

Before we quickly forget once again.

Unforgiving Nights

Let me draw a line in the sand

So it fades when the waves come

Speaking fast to the truth 

I hope to be a lie.

To whoever said it

Knew the oceans within 

Tracking salvation in a voyage of thoughts 

Entangled in un-humble cravings.

Buttoning up shame 

To cover up nakedness

Calling the bedstand to testify 

To the secrets of night shadows.

Sworn misdeeds 

To unholy gardens 

That misspell's the works of hands 

Blooded in silence.

Drunken Nights

Pardon the eye for its greediness.

For in shadows it felt the showers of joy 

busy undress its prey with the care of discovery 

Lost in bonny wonder, deep skinning itself in pleasure.

Twisted in craving persecution 

Sense throw to the dog to care 

The eye played the mind 

Lusting after forbidden kingdoms 

To crown the bone in desire.

Perusing a catalog of regrets 

Unashamed of the cards at hand 

As time entice in a dare 

Now or never again 

Ringing from the darkness of logic.

Heaven In The Middle..

photo by Frank Mckenna @frankiefoto

Lost in a stare tangle

words escaping thoughts volcano

tongue-tied to a proper pronouncement

the sky rocked red

though perfectly clear.

Lost in a stare tango

dared to an eye dance

a million miles per hour heart pound

bad intention filling

undressing - redressing each other

in awkwardness.

lost in a stare tumble

a "hie" slips

shyly to silent reply

off speechless emotions

sprung up on feelings

out of breath whisper, 

"she gotta be mine..."

trailing.