Someday God will call you, you will be in the court of God, presenting your life story, the good the bad, the what if and what you did.
Someday God, may call you, to walk by his words and his ways, making all the others look with amazement.
Someday God may shine his mercy, his love, his anger, his might toward you, making you unable to hide from his light and sight.
Someday God, may end our story, give up on us for all of our sin has mounted so high that there is no end.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Tossed my wet socks in the “wishing unwell.”
Which had a moldy smell.
The toilet paper roll was on the ground.
Next to my lost and found.
When we lose sight in this rugged terrain.
The suits and ties we collected are in vain.
Who would interview me again?
For a job or for insight within?
It’s not that you donate all your stuff.
Which would already be tough.
It’s when your grandkids want your old guitar.
Which only took you so far.
The stuff they don’t want anyway?
Wish I could save it for “someday.”
Hopes and dreams revealed
behind smiling eyes I wish
someday they come true
I hit the snooze alarm
and my body stirs
as I linger in bed.
My chest bears the weight
of memories and desires.
I’m living for today
but in every cell, I feel
something greater.
The mid-morning sun
peaks through the window.
I listen to a litany
of unfinished conversations
of the women I lost.
but hear the seduction of a place
far beyond four walls of my loft.
I reside on a dead-end
for now, but a soft voice
says all roads
lead to Madison,
a place I’ve seen
and I long to find it again
on a day of leisure.
My plans to move there
for graduate school ended
and I went to a place
where dreams died
and boring routines
carried me through life.
A fine coat of snow
in the back yard lingers
and I shiver in a draft
but o how in summer
the lakes in Madison glisten.
I hope body electrocutes itself one last time.
I hope right after I hear a church bell chime.
I hope I pass fast, gracelessly in my sleep.
I hope I attain peace: God's love so deep.
My daughter has autism, she’s 22, what I wish people knew, she gets upset at the slightest thing, on the bus with crowds, noise, loud voices, at times I turn away.
She is unable to tie her shoes she never learned, I guess that’s my fault, she acts inappropriately in public we are always aware of the stares, no relaxing can we enjoy, because we’re always afraid of her going of on one of her fits..
How I wish people knew, of how un normal our home life is, college degree, drivers license, marriage, child bearing, all but a dream.
We are well aware of the unknown, the day we are no longer able to care for her needs, my daughter, my gift from God, the daughter whom we conceived out of HIS love, someday we will have to give that up, for a home that it is ours.
No one else can feel our despair, my daughter for whom I loved before we met, nine months in my tummy, only she knows what my heartbeat sounds like from inside, whom I laid upon my bare chest, she may have to go where I cannot care for her someday, tell me how do I comprehend that time?
the grueling walk
home
after another
loss
lasts longer
stings more
swells
with tears
when
you are
a boy
me and my loyal friend
we're dreaming of beautiful exotic faraway lands
~ one day we'll sail away
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Thanks, this scribe must say,
Grateful we woke up today,
Let's rise with joyful smiles,
God blesses us across the miles,
Seeking God's wisdom, no less,
Trusting divine plan, no stress,
God, hope we can all still pray,
Guide Earth's city of God someday,
Sent us Jesus, holy preacher,
Holy Spirit, our best teacher,
Grace sparks us, staying alive,
Thanks, God, our faith can thrive,
God loves His mortals anyway,
Even when the flock turn away,,
Praising His power, no need to fret,
Thanking awesome God, our best bet.
Tell you something
Something funny in it itself because
It doesn't sound to make sense.
I intentionally keep around you because
Deep down inside something tells me
"Someday it's going to have to be me to save you"
And I just want to be around you until that day
That's why I stay
Even when you turn a blind eye on me
Even when I pretend to be silent
I still want to be there
Be there around you
Be it in the least possible ways that I can.
I'm walking on a tight rope on poles so tall.
Don't know who will catch me when I fall.
Don't know who'll dance at my wedding ball.
Don't know if I'll even ever have one at all.
Young Todd pinched his bankers’ certificate
Forged two more, so he had a triplicate
Now Todd would fulfill his dream
‘Good old boys’ downplayed his scheme
~ On the fast track to run the syndicate
Your smile is a late night conversation,
It strips me bare.
You walk as if you’re a falling leaf,
To whom gravity is gentle.
Even the air forgets me, caught in your charm.
Your gaze, sharp as shattered glass,
Pierces my chest, owning my heart.
When you stand still in your silence,
I ache to hold you close, to whisper:
It’s safe now, let yourself fall.
The credits roll,
Screen flickers, fading to black,
I sit, lost in the aftermath.
How do you unlove someone,
Who only lives in the frame?
On the morrow good enough
If good enough be true
On the morrow time enough
Today the times are few
What once was said
Is said once more
In never ending queues
Till tomorrows become yesterdays
Todays an endless muse
someday we're not going to ,
admire the curvy roads,
we will be admired in our straight graves.
someday the melodious sounds of birds will fade away
we will be left to drown in a forever silence
someday the standing trees would give way,
Giving way for your own space amongst them
someday our smiles or sadness shall be encoded,
shaped and fixed in a stagnant look
someday , we shall not see someday.
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