unsurvived,
walking amongst the ones who cry-
I close my eyes,
drift off into a lullaby...
singing tunes of hatred,
I hear melodies of obscurity-
hidden behind masquerades of intuition,
revolted by immaturity.
far beyond the emerald fields,
in between the lines spoken-
lives a house of one,
where calmness is broken.
I've fed the lambs truth,
yet they betray with mistrust-
I've given my best self,
for leaving is a must.
a verse can carry a template
that evolution can be whole-
I drift into a lullaby,
as the lambs lose control.
a fever rushes,
my forehead blushes.
I shake and shiver,
feeling the quiver.
but who are you to drown?
what gives you rights to stay true?
I say you'd never speak those words,
if you knew the Lord like I do.
I live with faith,
hope with grace-
I can see those lies
in a lullaby embrace.
choose righteousness,
expel all secret moments-
deliver your will,
to the Lord's atonement.
June 18, 2017
In the corner of the flower garden
The ugly rose
Stood alone
No shelter from blistering noon sun
Wilted and burnt
The beautiful ones mocked
The usual suspects in the garden
Gathered together in flock
The ugly rose wilted and dried
As the other flowers laughed
They became week and fraught
Not knowing their fate was interlocked
For the ugly rose fading and alone
Was not the petals nor the stem
The intertwined roots were rotted
Soon it was the other flower bushes condemned
As the rose garden rotted and died
That one ugly rose, rose again and became alive
Flourishing on the nutrients of the unsurvived
Sadly that one lonely rejected flower
Still was all alone
With no one to share her flourishing bloom
Like a lover left alone in the corner of a room
No one was there to see her bloom
The rains caressing her soul
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