Pen Me a Picture

You beauty you.  Resplendent and sweet. How deeply you sob. Gracefully releasing a pain in your heart. Haunted by lustful eyes.  You are a golden soul. Do not paralyze your bright mind for the sake of fools. Those that pitifully mistake you for a fool’s gold.  You are not that fake, lackluster, falsified metal. Though beautiful it may be, valuable it is not. The pure gold you are made of can withstand the heat of any man! Conduct the volts needed to amplify any life you choose. Light touches you then leaps back onto whatever stands near. The whole world knows what you are worth. What you can do.  No man can change that.  Don’t let go of your golden soul. 

Blackened landscape, on a cool wet night Tops of trees are the moon’s delight Scent of pine and misty forest floor Stars like I’ve never seen before What was it that this eve had to offer As the moon knelt down to the lake at the altar The wild bowed in the sight of God Worshiping Him for its existence Owls and crickets’ songs applaud As they dwelt among the fog in the distance Friends share their woeful tales Singing tunes of praise and admire Walking along sky-lit trails And sitting by an open fire Even in the cold of the night Hearts are being warmed Inspiration from a wilderness sight Causes souls to be transformed Dazzled with the beauty all around Stopped stark, paused in the moment I quiet my being so from me not a sound Could ruin this image of God’s atonement

Cross hatched and hitting my body Tic Tac To No one’s winning It tastes, as it’s hitting my lips and kissing my eyes Like freedom of worship, r enewal of my mind Evidence of something greater than my own self Changes the colored film to gray Soothes the cold bitter scenes of the romance Washes the blood of war away Heals the scars from my broken windows Reveals what’s under the dirt on my skin Cleanses all iniquities I stand vertical in sideways rain, Against the winds, against the grain Surrounded by tears that overflow rivers Earth's beauty gains with the passing of each storm Clouds are her pillows and sun is her love. Cross hatched and hitting my body Tic Tac To A battle on my skin No one wins  

Love that is most painful Love; freezing while your blanket of warmth is on another’s back Love; stealing glances while being invisible Love, Unreciprocated Undefined, Unmatched, Unwound, The worst kind of love that I have found. Is there such a thing? A bad kind of love? Seems there are songs written about it. Though it’s not the kind from above. Where does it come from? Is it love at all? Shrinking down to just a crumb, Kneeling down to just a crawl. I find out the meaning of everything this is…… A crush no doubt! But I am not his…….. You can probably guess the motive for this poem. A sad state of events indeed. Though later, I realized it was never love that was felt. It was something more shallow and fleeting.

Cravings get the best of me Feel like it’s arresting me Tryna stay healthy Bu t my body keeps rejecting me Searching for that fill Of holes in heart and will To stay on track No looking back Moving forward up a hill The harder that it gets While struggling with my mind The doubt in my heart Takes up all my time Grace is freely given It’s heavy on the heart A secret I’ve kept hidden Keeps me hiding in the dark Darkness takes its toll As light begins to fade Trapped in a stronghold Of sinful misbehave Redemption comes to light I stay on His good side Then temptation creeps Into my body and my mind Repeated giving in To the same old sin Hopping on and off Of the happy hope wagon I finally come around I see what this all means Without the sinful nature I wouldn’t need His peace B ring it to me LORD Fill up my empty space ...

A song plays and the melodie delivers sweet memories.   I soak in the remembrance.  Deeply, I breathe in the air and it smells like the past.   The vision flows through my mind and like a low cloud, falls onto my heart.   Bringing warmth, making it beat faster.  It takes me beyond the now.   I sit in another realm where the memory lives.  Like an addicitve flavor on the tongue, or a refreshing scent, I crave more; yearning for remembrance to flow in.   Just as I do, it begins to fade as the song ends.