Beautiful Resurrection

I follow intently,
asphyxiate in place of your dust,
[letting it settle like silt]
in the vacuous cavities
where I bled out the devil.
Let me breathe more like you.

Trade the lining of my eyes for your glossy retreat,
to see good in all,
to be at peace,
to shine more,
to love more,
to be encompassed with joy while blood washes our feet.
We are all just dying at the hands of men.

Conform these muscles to flow beyond where others bind them.
With your freedom, I am constantly anew.
[Constantly becoming who I have been made to be.]
Take the bewildered dishonesties that I laid back out for you.
[Fervidly seeking you.]

Exchange this reflection
in to one that emulates more of you
and less of these humanly selfish desires.
Probe within, letting nothing harden,
all for your glory.

Bring your Kingdom down;
These bright eyes set afire.

Oh Lord, bring your Kingdom on down in me.

A Stagnant Swamp

Steadily, I rise up, but can no longer see, no hope left to believe.
My heart is tired,
my soul erects itself from my body to conform, to be the reflection it should be.
Is there a chance that my heart will also be transpired?

My heart is tired
I have given everything but the lining that holds it together
Is there a chance my heart will be also transpired?
How I plead, release me from this binding tether.

I have given everything but the lining that holds it together
and yet, nothing I have given weighs enough to change how gravity makes this fall.
How I plead, release me from this binding tether.
The Devil has his ways to enthrall.

Nothing I have given weighs enough to change how gravity makes this fall.
Perhaps all this time you were right, love is not enough,
the Devil has his ways to enthrall.
He took my heart to drown me in a slough

Perhaps all this time you were right, love is not enough.
My soul erects itself from my body to conform, to be the reflection it should be.
He took my heart to drown me in a slough
Steadily, I rise up, but can no longer see, no hope left to believe.

Exposé

Our bodies are just dust
our hearts are but Yours


So come
Come for I call on You


What a broken place I reside in
Full of words and memories that
only time can own
...for now

For every letter protruding out is like
the breeching of my insides

You, Time, Dust
all front forth
here now
claiming what is yours

Well, what if I told you I used your breath of glory to whiten my own eyes
fore I could not see

What if I told you I used your minutes to relearn how to circulate
fore I could not breathe

What if I told you I would rather be covered in His dust then my own
fore I can not be

Would you come back now
to save a derelict soul

Take the place of time
can you take it back
And sew what’s been reaped

For following minds
I have no mystery to offer you
just this plead
bare as my heart
waiting for truth to be revealed
exposing all the layers
entrenched in the shelter of my bones
For how long must I wait?
Didn’t I hear your whispers
Didn’t I respond
Transcending fears
Embedded lies

So come
Come for I call on You
Build me anew

Inspiration

Anne Bradstreet

By Night when Others Soundly Slept





By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.


I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
With tears I sought him earnestly.
He bow'd his ear down from Above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.


My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.


What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity.

What they will remember us by

I almost lost myself there for a second
your descriptions of false realities tempted me
but these characteristics are not who I am
I've worked too hard to finally see a clear reflection in front of me
Thru that I shine, reminded that I am still a reflection to others
That light I carry is still with in me
I don't want it to be tainted for the sake of your opinion
How I am ... Is just enough

Close mindedness is far from where I stand
I believe in the invisible, the impossible, the glorious, the miracles
I believe in the inevitability of a light being born in the absolute darkness of night
These equate to experiencing different levels of life that have me forever changed
These beliefs teach me grace, hope, love, compassion, and patience
How I am... Should be good enough

3:43

Is there any place that my soul can reside
there is none that I can see from here
I have fought for way too long
From my God, to my Kin, to my Love,
Isn’t there anyone that would stand up for me with out it being too much.
Too much, a label I have worn very clearly. Never wanted, but just happened.
This is no sulking attribute
I am found on my knees with an anger lit beneath me
an anger cloaked with grace
my defense is love
its hope that love wins
its hope that love is enough…
I have fought for this concept of love, I think its time for it to fight for me.

Dusk

I have no words to spill out an about
No clue to you how my joints squeeze together
Just this breath that comes in at dawn and releases at dusk
Perhaps the land in which I walk now looks a little covered with orange and yellow to caution me from being where I have been before
But this is where I am
And this is who I am
Merely a tree whose limbs stretch and reach
Whose roots expand and grow
Whose knots show of age and growth
And leaves that come and go
When golden dusk turns my shadow gold, I shall be thankful for the heart inside of me.

Moderately Displaced

What I have so far....

"Your feverish yellow eyes, and my red hands making a way to make sure, that we can call it our own that no building full of white ties can bound what we have freed its fair to want the right, to choose my right call this what you want, its our day

How much of this is desire, and how much is veracity? Can we really be set apart from immersion of profit? Perhaps using the knowledge, that money has power we as people can overstep and use it to our benefit but when our shoes are tucked in safely underneath the security we fallaciously produced, …. Who is running who? "

Twice as Blue

Your face holds more lines these days, more than I could ever digest
I am not to sure what kept you from keeping up
But I am sure you had a chance to break free from giving me any life
In reality I gave you life
Becoming your ticket to break free from the life you built for yourself
Surely you never wanted things to be as they were
As life kept keeping up, guilt manifested in your bones, remorse of the world,
Bound in the curves of my fragile body
There was no turning about this time, for every bruise you received for my existence,
I wore them twice as blue

I gave you a life you never really wanted, but took you from one you thought you must have deserved
My body became doomed in a whirl wind of paying the debt of two beings

Somehow, thank the good Lord for choosing me
Skin to my skin, I became the hope of my future kin, so that they would never see the face of evil facing them back
Regretting any existence they had left in their bones
If it weren’t for my life, you’d be blue too

I had no choice on whose life I’d save; gracing everyone else’s so that they could survive
I learned more of love by seeing what it wasn’t
I learned more of God, by seeing the worst evil through 8 years of blue eyes

I have to make something of myself, if not it was all in vain
Beaten for a sense of pride of a world full of hate
I have to make something of your pain, if not I was for nothing
I would peel each line off your face to be there when placed, to tell you how loved you were and this life you chose isn’t who you are
Screaming from the insides of you, you are loved too

Kin

I am not sure where to move from here
Your skin embedded in mine, wondering if anything will fall back into its original form
Speculate about you, do brick walls keep everything at bay
Your souls must die everyday to feel the slightest bit fervid
In reverence to it all, my veins carry the same color that yours do
Responsibility fills my lungs, if I don’t love you I am not sure anyone else could
I am not sure anyone could look beyond anything that makes us all the same
Your indulgence is everyone’s transgression
I am not different then you, no holy peccadillo
No articulation of dust that falls in short than your own

Dignity

There is no place I can hide, under a leaf with dew built upon it
I fell faster then it could ever digress to the ground
Clothe your dignity, to see what can’t be seen
Feed my appetite to see you grow afar
I’d spin my web around the leaf that spun you down
Take all I can see, feed it to the need that grows endlessly
When all is fallen around, break me to see, the better sides of me
Clothe my vehement, to not feel at all
Feed your will at site, to see me go

Formulas ( most likely unfinished )

Formulas written across your skin, every time I sit to peel you back
I delineate more of the numbers that create your bones
It’s not fair to bind you to basic calculation, but that is what it will always come down to

I discern more than you think I’d do
I have a mind that dissects and intertwines,
Regardless, there is a crater in my skull that stays sealed for the protection of your formulas
I let you hold the black anonymity, I no longer need that from this lifewe all have our numbers; we all fall into our selves

I, too, would like to live above the things that produce the crop in my life
the things that you believe in, they keep you alive and create your borders

Suns of the Son

The motion of the sea reflects the power and lack of forgiveness that the sky reveals to us
Incapacitating beholders, whether it is known or not
The sudden realization that we are made of the same in that which we lay on
That all the suns we see, hold the same atoms, marked no differently from our own
Shining bright for thirsty hearts to see
To think this would bring one back to humanity and what we have left would be a natural assumption
Except we define being human as what is best for ourselves, defined as power, money, and murder
Not the same rays of light casting down on us, it is what we have created out of it, when all we see is too much for hurting hearts to bare

So … Give me Christ; so that He may pour out His own,
over and over and over
Only to be empty of myself when twilight comes
Give me the sea, the mountains, the rivers, the valleys of life
Only to be humble in my hide in comparison to His greatness
Give me Abba love, day in, day out, to fill me because no one else will or can
Only to prove the glory the Son beholds for us all

Names

I have a seed as my baring; this will separate me from the thought of what I am
I will not be the judger, no power will bring down a wrath of love that I can not call my own
A divine interaction of seen and not seen, of what you think you see and what you actually feel

This is what we call war

What we see is the manifestation of human conceit wrapped in a name that carries no weight but something for us to belong to, no matter whose name it brings down in the mean time
We are going to be the ones bringing us all to our end

I will stand strong carrying a light embedded in me, because I see it too
Open eyes that will remain infected, because I feel it so

The best of Three Lettered Words

My eyes, they burn a light reflecting precisions and finalize
They have been submersed so much, held so tightly to measuring heights
When I say I am free, you know it’s coming down like rays
Freedom has taken manifestation inside the lids of my shelter,
No closed eyes can hide you from this detonation

My poor pelt has been stifled and saturated
I came up for the greatest inhaling of all life could offer,
No dust, no pollen could fill these lungs,
No false realties, no confining lies can hide you from this ignition

And that which melts off you is much greater than I had thought
Holding the purest of reflections, the sun shines through your glass eyes

My lungs, they are filled with the greatest of breathes
The taste of appeal follows down every inch of liberating air
I’d breathe you in again
No plastic trees can still the life in that lets me just exist,
Nor will it ever steal the purest of air I breathe.

Alleluia, I am alive, I am alive, and I am alive.

Dear Swallows

You marked yourself as a sailor
One for freedom from your land, one for fidelity to yourself

Travel another 50,000 waves and Ill see you in the bends
The reflections of the sea hold the shade of my eyes, and the depth of what I see

Once you cross the great line, what great things are you going to ride over?
Fixations that hold you back from what makes your heart burn deep

I’d like to burn deep enough to stop you in your tracks, to capture what is not so translucent in your bones

I can see the shine
I can see your shine

All the fractures that create you, construct luminosity for hungry eyes to see

Pieces of an Eagle

The line of red that runs down your spine aligns it self with a vehemence inside my own
for every line that drops down, for every line that cascades
another color comes about
representing the stance occurring in you, in me, on them

The salt beneath my eyes is much like the bitterness falling off the eagle, marked with stokes of hate and hope, and everything else that falls in between.
I knew you were scared
as we stood looking over a city with great hope
I felt it, and said it to be so

I come offering nothing more than who I have been made to be.
Not front forth with expectations or aspirations to change anything but the world in which we live in.

Take it for what it is, hide from what ever you wish
I won’t back down, and I won’t push forth.
My posture is straitThere’s a lot to hold up
I am no longer living for a future, but for the sun on the other end of that horizon

Run or come alongside
I will be standing still
Basking in a glory of shine far greater than anything I could create.

A blue revolution

Illuminance of the sky,
that breaks darkness from overtaking the good in this world,

Illuminate in Me.

Take out my heart and measure it to yours.
I’d become righteous in you
but no more righteous than another, just because I see it.

I need not look much further then in me
to see the glory of a king’s hand, a value no jester can make a fool of.

As sure as the moon echos the sun,
I to you, for a world awaiting revolution

Elucidate in me
So that I may guide a distilled audience to the hope of love and not of war.

All things working towards the good of a maker, above and below.

Checkered

I wouldn’t hold it past you to say the world in which you see is marked by my skin
it wouldn’t be fair to bind you tightly by words and ideas
when all that are mine are vehement
about you, about me, about the dust that makes my bones

In the way a cougar fights to live, the owner fights to tame
there passion ignites, whether it be false or not, it burns

I can only sink in for so long, till the breathe I took becomes stale
I’d always be searching for more
Or searching to be found

Theodore Roosevelt Two

Do come in and stir these restless fears; surface them

The tops of my eyes elope to these wild imaginations

Let me escape myself and this entitlement to your land

These wars hold themselves tightly bound for whom ever to read

Across the way from History and it’s beloved Europe

This is where I stand