i carry your heart within me
(quiet as breath
and louder than silence)
the sky folds itself
into your eyes—
blue, unending, unafraid
i am no longer a single leaf
trembling against the wind,
for you are my tree—
the root in my marrow,
that blossoms in my sleep,
the star i do not name
but endlessly will follow
if all worlds vanished
(i would still remain
because you are here)
i carry your heart within me
For you, I carry heavy issues difficult to bear;
varied themes with bleary depths as carved by you.
You want me to dismiss all darkness you name light,
to secure your pride’s weight in my ocean of shame
and declare aloud your behooved truths are priceless.
There are no limits to all that you diminish
in me when holding me immobile for your use,
to move me around as your desires so choose.
You know I struggle to be free from your rules,
you have read my clues but are completely immune.
Floating as tossed in your issues, I feel ropes securing
agitation upon all my twisted, pushed and pulled guilt.
You intend to keep me crippled in this fashion.
I often tread in my dream threads wishing to swim
far away from the darkness you always fasten.
Someday, I will lose you as a nightmare captain.
Yes, I will disengage, I will make that truth happen.
You will sink or swim in seas you cannot harm or please,
that roll aloof despite your achieved skills to control
and I will thrive living a sanity scrolled, honest life.
To keep learnin¨g and teaching;
To keep elevating and reaching;
Is to never stop, to avoid ceasin¨g,
Allowing Christ in us to be increasing.
What we have seen and heard,
Let us show and tell
And fly like a bird,
Ever thriving to finish well.
God will always be God.
Give Him glory; never avoid.
God will never be coached or led
He is Our Father, Our Head.
I never had a religion.
Only thirst.
And instead of drinking,
I shouted.
I was told I am lost.
That I burn too much
and God does not come to those who shout.
But He answered me only when I howled.
I carry within me a church without doors.
No priests.
No icons.
Only a cross shaped like a question
and a Gospel written with the blood of a dreamer.
I carry a house upon my back,
A fragile frame of dreams and stone.
Its windows cracked, its timbers black,
But still I walk, and still alone.
Each wall is built from words unsaid,
From nights I stitched with fraying thread.
Its roof is shingled with the dread
Of all the tears I never shed.
I pass through valleys, rivers wide,
This house sways gently as I climb.
It holds the ones I left behind,
The echoes trapped in rooms of time.
It shelters me from bitter rain,
Yet weighs me down with silent years.
A monument to love and pain,
A quiet vault of hopes and fears.
I cannot leave it on the shore,
No matter how I long to flee.
It is my burden, evermore,
It is the marrow under me.
And still I rise, though shadows press,
And still I breathe beneath its beams.
I learn to walk with weight and mess,
To carve new roads from broken dreams.
For though I carry walls of glass,
I also carry seeds of spring.
And somewhere deep, beyond the past,
I carry hope. I carry wings.
I carry you with me
Everywhere that I go.
In my eyes,
In my smile,
In the way I walk,
How I talk,
Even how I act and dress.
I am something of you merged,
Bits of what you were,
Pieces of what you are,
Snippets of what
..you could have been,
And as I continue,
I will become something of you never seen.
I carry you
In laugh and tears,
And memory and stories.
Most of all, I carry you
In my heart.
I carry you
As though you
Are part of me.
How lucky I should be
To carry you at all.
But how unfair it is all the same.
I shouldn't have to carry you at all.
You should be here,
Carrying your own
With me by your side
As it's always been.
I love to cherish IMAGINATION ,
wish to DREAM on fantastic fantasy.
Might be it is my HALLUCINATION,
yet I enjoy on extreme ecstasy.
My muse offers VISUALIZATION
accepted as the best blss of my life style.
Dreamy desires float on satisfaction,
being saved on my confidential file.
I swim in realm , though imaginary,
in delight on realisation,
truly experiencing REVERIE.
Day dreaming is another illusion.
My WHIMSY Nature acts as observer
in fun-fantasy with fervent fervour.
Oh, Dad to the cemetery we come
our hearts numb with no glee
though we know you were set free . . .
rest beneath the weeping tree
Carry The Lamp
Through the noisy streets.
The darkest nights.
Through many burdens.
Recognize your salvation.
Do not complain.
Walk brave not knowing.
Potential to achieve.
Hath discipline, continue growing.
Carry the lamp.
Be open minded.
Nourishment to the soul.
Be the light on a dark road.
Ignite the fire.
Have faith, move forward.
To carry the truth,
weighs heavy on the shoulders...
like a wooden cross!
I don’t need a diamond ring,
And I don’t need a castle in Rome,
I only want one thing:
For you to carry me home.
As the demons I carry weigh down on me heavy, shadowed and restless, they cling to my skin, a battle un ending both outside and in. Regrets with sharp teeth sink in my chest. While doubt grips my throat denying me rest. The anger ignites like a flame in my veins, feeding the fire of my unspoken pains. They live off my anger and suffocate my mind. They promise me power, but leave me confined.
Guilt is a phantom that watches me weep, echoing voices that never will sleep. Fear is the chains wrapped around my soul, mocking my steps, taking control. They slither in silence, they howl in the dark; carving their sigils deep in my heart. With venomous whispers they twist every thought turning me into the monster they sought. They poison my kindness and shatter my grace they wear my features, my voice, my face.
No priest alone can force them to leave. They’ve become my nature my blackened seed. But a whisper of mercy, the darkness won’t know, I call on the lord, so the devil will flee ,for christ alone holds victory. Jesus wept, he felt my pain, he bore the cross, he took my shame. The demons within will deceive me and lie but Jesus will come, redemption nigh.
I am not ready
For the end ...
Though the road may wind
And it may bend ...
And if it might
Even fork in two,
I will carry on
Just as I do
Steadily stepping
Both here and there,
A trail of footprints
Without a care
And if one day
I walk alone,
Will be no reason
To weep and moan
Though the road may wind
And it may bend ...
I am not ready
For the end ...
What is the point of air if it does not carry your scent through the world,
What is the purpose of the sun if it does not illuminate your skin with its gentle rays?
If you leave, I will rewrite existence, dismantle reality brick by brick,
Until time forgets how to flow and gravity loses its resolve,
Until the cosmos itself wrinkles like an old, defeated parchment.
You do not belong to me, I know this, but tell me, my love, how does one "unlive" a soul
That has already been welded into my veins, that flows through me like a river?
In this stream of consciousness where love and longing intertwine like a spell,
I remain a prisoner of your memory, a poet of an endless love.
You are an echo in every breath, a light shining in my depths,
And no matter how I try to forget you, you are a song written in my heart forever.
What is the point of the stars if they do not reflect your gaze in the endless night?
What is the purpose of the universe if it cannot whisper your name among the constellations?
vultures swirl… jackals
howl… carrion flesh foul...
buzzards on the prowl
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