The year and seasons change,
With it people riot and point the finger while still asking who did it..
War never changes
Its seasons always rain blood
Play the blame game while concerned where their skins come from...
As if they havent been told from the stories of old
If your eyes were plucked out like samsons... Will you renew your strength? Have faith and carry the load?
Outcasting your vision of what you thought, what was .Mixed in the folds.
That place of cold..dark and alone.
The truth is older than mold and younger than what you've been sold.
If you believe that then let that sink in and float if you are so bold.
Categories:
outcasting, america, birth, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
I miss the way he whispered my name, like the word itself was fragile and he needed to protect it. The way he needed to protect me. The way he could scare away the nightmares that plagued me with touch of his skin. His skin. The warmest thing in my galaxy outcasting the sun into the dark, sending icy chills down my spine, giving me goosebumps on every inch of my soul. It released ecstasy into me, heart racing, hand shaking, knee buckling ecstasy, it caused mine blood to run to my cheeks and at the same moment freeze solid in my veins. He caused the most blissful battle within me. He pulled me from the dark into the brightest, blinding light. It brought battles, raging wars inside my heart, inside my mind, but they were finally worth fighting. I could final stand up for myself, even if was just so I could reach his hand. I could push away the thoughts, the echoes of screamed insults and misery's bellow just to simply listen to the melody that is his voice.
Categories:
outcasting, lost love, missing you,
Form: I do not know?
~The Day & Night Calling me Sleep, Calling Me to rise~
To my Nightcowel, I know I heard thee every night, my words a sway in thee wisper of the breeze, Only to sleep on & rise in the sun-light to tamper thee words outcasting crys, into a sleep, that twas like I awoke in a dream of night.
Categories:
outcasting, dream,
Form: Blank verse
The soft, smooth dirt is a bed for the newborns, nurtured by their father's vibrant hands. He watches them grow day by day, amazed to see their improving height and beautiful smiles each morning. Like every good father, he provides his kids a nightlight to protect them from lurking darkness. His love is radiant, guiding his children to each blossom one day. Although when his babies feel alone, distracted by thunderous thoughts and drowning in their own tears, he is always there. He is there shining his love through the darkness, outcasting the raging storms.
On their darkest days, he will always be there.
So, like a good father, the sun continues to rise at dawn, providing his flowers with a love so bright and vibrant, that fear itself is afraid to grow.
Categories:
outcasting, baby, flower, sun,
Form: Narrative
Since you've been gone the truth can't hide,
it attacks me, exposing me to the real sadness that's always been
overshadowed by hope.
So I avoid the buildings filled with people and the machines that breathe for them,
wondering how they live happily when
the quality of life is so poor.
how they smile for the children in the waiting rooms.
children who need more than crayons and deceiving smiles to keep
them happy..
exposed to the real sadness...of waiting to say goodbye.
But then I saw a boy with your same scar, outcasting him from a crowd of
people who've never had their chances of survival read to them...
He gave me the first piece of hope I've had since you've been gone,
he reminded me there's still boys just like you,
offering warm smiles to the children in the waiting rooms,
waiting to say goodbye.
He was happy and healthy and I wanted to cry,
I've missed you so much and it was like today, you're alive...
..
real sadness can't hide but will always be overshadowed by hope.
Categories:
outcasting, hopeme, children, me,
Form: I do not know?