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InadequateMy soul is not old And my heart is naive My untrained eyes have not yet learned The truest way to seeInadequate
My words all fall short Of the things I mean Inadequate phrases on my tongue It's easier to just breathe
My voice trembles with A start-stop delay Passive verbs and qualifications Adorn everything I say
So I sit and watch As they sing their songs With joy and sorrow and bravery And hope to join before long
by ~facadeofglass
Un-FaithfulMy heart is a weathervane Twisting in the breeze, Blown about by the wind.Un-Faithful
You are a rock -
A firm foundation - A keystone on which to place my hope.
My affections are everchanging, Waxing and waning; Variable as the Texas weather.
Your love is steadfast, As sure as the sun, Without limit or boundary.
I am Gomer, I am Israel -
Playing the harlot, Flirting with pleasures that cannot fill.
You are Hosea, You are Jehovah -
The patient Lover, The only One who satisfies my soul.
I am Prostitution,
by ~facadeofglass
untitled IISit in the grass, bask in the sun Feel the cool breeze winding through the trees To give respite from the heatuntitled II
Drop your jaw and marvel At the power of thunder and rain Let your face be washed by the sky
Enjoy life, enjoy pleasure Rejoice in the beauty of the earth Sing praise to the Giver
Run wild inside the fences Freedom is the most profitable When it is a gift freely given
by ~facadeofglass
HealingYou were so cautious, So careful with my heart last night.Healing
It hasn't always been that way.
There was a time When you dangled your love In front of my eyes; It dipped and bobbed, Twinkled and spun, But was always out of reach.
You were ignorant of the pain it caused, Oblivious to the consequences Of unconscious actions (At least, I think you were).
I turned away to try and build a wall. Friendship was torn. Community was broken. I feared it would never be the same. I knew it should never be the same.
It
by ~facadeofglass
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A Grief ObservedTiny bits and pieces of you— objects laden with memories of us, random scents that dig up the past (the pungent sweet stink of sweatA Grief Observed
in the bedsheets from our lovemaking
or the sticky fruit-smell of your shampoo)— still lie around the house, waiting for me to find them, waiting to renew my hurt. A hair of you finds its way into my hands, clinging to my shirt (even as you used to cling to my arm),
longing to be
teased, pulled to the limits and broken, having no living soul attached to heal it, renew it, and keep its ends
by ~batousaijin
Grief, Observed FurtherTrunk nuzzles unmoving trunk, Ear, foot, tail, And receives no reciprocation. An elephant mother, bereftGrief, Observed Further
Of her calf, is inconsolable, And I know that her grief Is not borne of instinct or Darwinian necessity.
“Like a patient etherised upon a table.” Eliot and Prufrock Don’t do justice to a mother Watching her child being put to sleep. Morpheus creeps his way into vein, And eyes close instantly, no countdown, Breath and heart reduced to ant whispers. Pretty, plastic box slides into incinerator— Magnetic Resonance Imager&
by ~batousaijin
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- Current Residence: Denton, TX
- Interests: Jesus, people, love, conversation, sharing life, authenticity
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- Favourite poet or writer: emily dickinson, c.s. lewis, dostoevsky, shakespeare, dietrich bonhoeffer
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