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A House That Was Never Built

There is a house on a tree-lined street with beautiful pink roses blooming over a white picket fence, there are children playing in the yard and laughing almost as if they exist
There is a stone path walkway leading up to a wraparound front porch with a swing swaying in the breeze, as though someone just

Friendship built on sand

thought i'd stand by you
while you lied and cheated

you thought i'd watch
and help along the way

well you thought wrong
i want no part of it



AP: 2nd place 2025

We built their prisons from their own blood

Their blood was the poison that would kill them 
Their presence blinding 
That's why they hate them
They come too close and try to touch them 
But they didn't know that we are the sun
That trying to block out the sun
Would become their biggest problem

Actions have consequences 
And we were their karma 
The one thing they

She Wasn't Built to Fold

Inspired by the USPS "19th Amendment: Women vote"
forever stamp (2020)

They stamped her face–
like that could contain her fire.
Purple, white, and gold–
not colors, but warning,
wrapped around a marching soul. 

She didn't walk,
she moved like thunder–
every step cracking silence, 
every breath remembering
the women who weren't allowed to speak. 

They called her too loud.
Too much.
Too wild.
But she was

We would have built

A green gust dancing 
amidst the leaves of ferns 

In the obscure dawn, 
the birds are all restive. 

Had we all been 
a swarm of unleashed birds 

For sure we would have built 
a Mediterranean sea
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When We Built the Sphinx

We did not carve the Sphinx —
We birthed it.
Not stone,
But stillness.
Not art,
But ascension.

It was no monument to pride,
But a vehicle of souls,
Where kings walked in silence
And queens soared in stars,
Riding the breath of eternity
To the edge of the unknowable.

In its darkened chamber,
Where light was not needed,
We entered the womb of cosmos
And fed on the black

I Wasn't Built to be Held

They say
grief comes in waves,
but mine is a tide that never learned to leave.
It rests beneath my skin like a secret bruise—
blue,
purple,
black where it used to bloom red.

I carry silence like a language
no one taught me how to unlearn.
You told me I was too much,
too loud, too sharp,
too everything
to be loved like something fragile.
So I

You, who hide behind cold walls built of silence and stone

You, who hide behind cold walls built of silence and stone,
You, who sit at desks like sentinels of unseen worlds,
I just want you to know that I see through your masks, through your porcelain smiles,
For my eyes penetrate the invisible cracks of your perfect appearances.
Behind closed doors and dusty windows, I feel your hearts beating,
Like

I built a throne to hold my heart

Once on a day of ice and cold
I set out to build my home a throne
Dead cold pricked my skin
And reminded me of its breath
I sat upon a polished rock of guilt
But that too wanted me dead

Through more nights and days then I could count
I built the best seat in man
Not gold it was made

How Life Is Built

In order for something to be born 
Something must die 
This is how nature lives, the world 
This is how all life is built
You can't leave and stay at the same time
It is important to cross the threshold
Hang the lock 
Be able to turn away 
From things that no longer benefit you
Then the world will

Was my home built above the endless abyss

Was my home built above the endless abyss,
Why do I feel beneath my steps the corpses of ancestors whispering in silence,
Like invisible strings tightening around my neck, reminding me,
Mocking the memory that I am merely an echo of them, a speck of dust.
The place I cherished as a sanctuary was just a cemetery of regrets,
Why

The House, that Eli the deceased priest built for the LORD, conclusion and commentary

Conclusion of: The House that Eli, the deceased priest of the Lord, built. 
1 Samuel 7:17 continued

And he built an alter there for the LORD.

Commentary: The two separate series are very interconnected. With part one 
involving the prophet Isaiah's and other servants of the LORD--answering his 
call into his divine service according to his divine

The House, that Eli the deceased priest built for the LORD, part ten NIV

Samuel subdues the Philistines at MIzpah 1 Samuel 7:2-16

It was a long time,twenty years that the ark remained at Kiriath Jearim, and all of the
people of Israel mourned and sought after the LORD.  And Samuel said to the whole
house of Israel,"If you are returning to the LORD with all of your hearts, then ride

The House that, El the deceased priest built for the LORD, part nine NIV

1 Samuel 6:9-21  continued

But if it does not, then we will know that it was not his hand us that it happened to us
by chance."
So they did this.  They took two such cows and hitched them to the cart and penned up
their calves.  They placed the ark of the LORD on the

The House that, Eli the deceased priest, built for the LORD, part seven NIV

1 Samuel 5:8-  part seven God's judgment upon the Philistines and Dagon, their
false god, for their oppression of Israel continued.

So they moved the ark of the God of Israel.  But after they had moved it, the LORD's
hand was against that city, throwing it into great panic.  He afflicted the people of that
city,

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