Sunsets putting stars to shame
As I pray to the you in the Lord’s name.
I would have written you a letter or mailed you a card
But finding heavens address was a bit too hard.
There’s no golden mailbox for this special envelope
So that He will translate this message to you,
I can only forever hope.
It’s April 18th, your special day
But there’s just one thing in the way…
So tonight I’ll pray to you under the sun
About how you left just as your life had begun
I miss you so much more than I thought I ever would,
And as I go more days without you
I miss you more than I thought I ever could.
I just wanted one more birthday with you
But I guess this year a prayer will have to do.
I’ll wish you happy birthday through this special spoken note,
That I felt your presence as I tearfully wrote.
“Happy Birthday, Easton, don’t party too hard in heaven,”
although I know you’ll be forever eleven.
Stars were out that night,
When we moved east of Easton-
Goodbye sunny street!
On my way, again
On my way to a friend
Out at night
Guess I ‘m a night owl
Some kids were daring each other
Of who would
ask me if they can help push me
I was close enough to hear
I politely said no at the gesture
My neighbor Easton was near
I then accepted his offer to help
push me halfway and back home
On the way, he tilted the wheelchair
on its two back wheels, all the way
to my friend’s house
we arrived at my friend’s house
normally I would be afraid of falling
being in a tilted motion
but I trusted Easton for some reason
I collected money that was owed to me
Then me and Easton left
We were home bound
Somehow, I became aware of
Easton that was a bit tipsy
While I’m in my chair in a tilted motion
I became a little afraid
of falling but kept it to myself
We arrived at our street
where we parted ways
We said my goodbyes and thanked him
He replied don’t thank me
Thank God…
This cool summer breeze dancing around me as i sit on the rooftop of downtown brunswick
Admiring the beauty of the city
New brunswick had a different vibe at night, it wasn’t as hectic
It brought peace and a rushload of memories
Like the times me and my friends would come up here because we only felt that sense of freedom up on the roof , that aliveness that the clouds brought as they creeped with the sunset
New brunswick will always be home , no matter how many miles I move away
The burger and bubble tea place on easton will always serve the best , just like the cute record shop across the street that will always be hip
A lovely city , no doubt
The process of murals covering the walls and the community coming together to get rid of hate
It is a beautiful growth of what’s to come
On this earth table where i sit to sip fury
I chose the game of cards over watching
stripped dancers
I chose a cold ice malt to flow into my intestines
As i play the game of cards
Its the love cards i cherish
the Brenda blue eyes card i pick
From the hands of a Tom
who cant let the Emily slim card go
I have to pass on the Rita tall card
to the center of the table
for other players to pick and play
I am not heartless i just love competition
I cant watch Mark take the Isabella card
As i cling to this Sophia card
Yet they are many with this card
The Alexis card is not easy to get but first to loose
I cant take that from mason
He told me a lot like Jason did
I want to quite the game
I didn't know loosing the Chloe card hurts
just like the Nicole did
But i cheer up and pull on
the Anna card
As packer fights with Dylan
For the Morgan card
That Easton threw away
when he stole Lauren card from Julia
As we play our card game
Ladies are playing their own
I am in this game
Hope I will have
The winning card
most likely that slim blue eyed card
In Austin's hand
But i have to first pass on
The Kayla card
Which i cant hold till i quit the game
Go job the altar of your faith
And learning from him
In silence at the altar wait
Till truth is no more dim
Go tongue the promise like a breast
And wipe your grief
With memory upon the unseen chest
Snuggle a cycle of relief
For there are things that make men
Children again. things
That all the theology of heaven
Does not yet explain.
O could I give heart and flesh to bear
To against this granite grief
Or sit like a friend in the ashes there
And pine too for relief
I too had a son, feather of my wings
And saw him cold, his blood
Driven like a thief from his soul. Stings
More deep the viperous flood
The lost and gall of blame that must wilt
Your little stalk of faith
But I have plunged my love to its hilt
And flinch not from the state
I have worn these rough upon the floor
Before, in petition for grace
And now wears sky, mountain and shore
Causing your suit to his face
So through the night, my brother, hold
Job the altar of your faith
Embrace the Balm in Gilead of your soul
While here prayers' patience wait.
Kansas City nightfall
in a rose-petal garden
Take the Easton & George
to the end of the line
He's been put down to slaughter
turned ash till he rose
To take vengeance on the spirit
The darkness that glows
Free dreams may assault you
so cover up your soul
When he finds you in the garden
the future is recalled
Return to Goliath
put your sling upon your arm
Show the glory of the moment
The turns of right and wrong
Cleopatra's in the river
sunlight for the flames
Rain down upon the heavens
the beat beneath the page
Ticonderoga battles dewfall
the blast that forged the seed
That fertilizes feeling
The riches and the reeds
It's a Manmade
evolution revolution
Axles, fractals, tin-can constitution
raining beds of clovers
On a Kansas City wall
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