When I was but a small spark of a seed
to become a bigger idea, the promise was given, I did not travel alone.
The lower I went to become this flesh of density, the more the promise felt broken.
The crust of dough was like the flesh over bone, and each piece cut left me exposed.
Inside the small reminder of the promise kept root, though the light was to dim to create growth.
All day the pain of the spear in my side has drawn out the scars, which are only…Continue
Posted on May 8, 2012 at 15:42 — 1 Comment
What are you serving today?
We don't want to float away.
All hearts to you want to play.
The match is an even game.
No one rolls unfairly.
Words are a two color exchange.
We all love what you say.
Hey brothers what are you doing?
This referee is done dueling.
No more pulling, no more pushing.
Call your points or call your shots.
Earth's playing surface has its lots.
Posted on December 22, 2011 at 14:02
Don't you ever feel like a fish swimming in a sea. And that space is really the top of the ocean. And I am on the bottom. I can look up and see so many other fish, and they swim together. I don't understand why I am so on my own? Some would say it is because I choose to experience life by myself. But I really beg to differ. I think I wait for a very specific person, and that makes it really difficult for other people. Maybe I shouldn't have such high expectations. But I am not just like…Continue
Posted on November 28, 2011 at 3:30 — 16 Comments