Sleep well

Ill stay awake so you can rest

I’ll listen so you can sleep well

 

as the thought of your words marinate in my mind

 

I’ll toss and turn in bed

till I can formulate a solid conclusion of what was said

sunrise birds cry

these words still toss inside

 

—-Sleep well tonight—-

Guide

Be Swift Darling

Be graceful with the intelligence God has given you

be swift with wisdom

and understanding with the passion all bestowed upon your heart

let the path guide you

as you stumble and are weak

let the calling lift you up

let your passion illuminate your joy

let the flame grow in the wind

for a candle can set fire to a field and can only grow with the wind of opposition.

those who have opposed you cause you more growth than those who watch as a passion consumes a heart.

Shallows

I swam out to the ocean 
with you by my side
Getting deeper and deeperI did not recognize

you had pulled me back 
back to the shallows

Weight

weight

I am so perplexed by this emotion that fills me
I have no outlet to express it
  

I am so paralyzed by the feelings 

that flood my mind 
but no room to show it 
  

I am so dazed by everything around me 
there is no room for anything else 
  

cluttered heart 
cluttered mind  
  

at one point in time 
I had peace of mind 
  
I was free to fly 
but the weight of my heart keeps me grounded 
  

As the black veil in my mind 
I choose to hide 

what I have always seen 

3 years and counting  

this story has not changed 
  

Ridden with a depth 
that always tunnels deeper 

my mind is consumed 
  

no room....  

  

  

 

Cupid – VIDEO

vent/poem

I cannot sleep and need someone to talk to. (4:22am  March 26th, 2018)

the past 3 months have twisted me so bad, moving challenges, losing family, lost my family dog… But that’s not all.

My mom has stage 4 Breast Cancer and is coming up on 5 years of battling. She told me yesterday, my dad has been diagnosed with Heart Disease and is not doing to well. He had an acute infection that was treated with steroids and caused a cascade of problems including blindness. As the conversation continues, my mom says “I am not sure if I can battle any longer, I am tired, and feel life slipping through my palms.”

I broke.

I cannot lose anything more, for so much has already changed and been lost.

Please excuse my lack of posts, while I battle this battle. If you believe in God, or positive vibes, or just thoughts, please keep my family and my self with you.

 

Sometimes life happens…

People get older…

People pass away…

And we cannot do anything about it…

All we can do is watch it unfold

In front of our delicate eyes.




Watching the strength of family collapse around us.

I get lost in the soot of what has fallen

causing a struggle that has left me gasping for air.

Unable to catch my breath from this constant fast pace change

I have found myself sitting here…

Holding onto what I find dear…

As I let the soot rob my oxygen filled lungs

All my passions and motivations have escaped

my mind with the fleeting oxygen.




Watching everything change

Just as fall changes the leaves of the trees

Winter comes and freezes what we think is gone.

As the frozen ground cracks beneath my feet.

I gaze into the empty forest

Covered in snow and ice.

Looking at the skeleton structure of life.

Tints of blue and fallen trees

Fill my eyes.

As the tears start to fall

All I can hope for is a break in the silence.




I am waiting for spring

In hopes that spring will show me what is new

And will bloom some ease amidst the pain

Sober

The clicking sound my watch is making

Is driving me crazy.

My hands are shaking

And my vision is hazy

This clicking is causing painful anxiety

When will it all end

I cant help but think about my sobriety

Why did I stop drinking and decide it needed to end

I can feel to much

Falling to fast

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RAGE•

calm•raging•silent•frozen

lake

I was the water

Calm

Raging

Silent

Frozen

As you walked on this shelf of ice

Below was a depth you would not feel

And a current that could heal

But you did not know

You where walking upon a frozen lake

Note

You’re more than music.

People tell you there is no more empathy to sympathy

There is no symphony playing your life

Because you are now the epitome of the pinnacle of a crescendo

You are so used to hearing the same score from the symphony

you think

they are not playing for your life any more

You have just become frozen in time

At the apathy of life

You are not an effigy

or anything less you see

It hurts me to think that you don’t view what I view

You don’t see what I see

xxx xxx’x xxxxxxxxx xxx xxxxxxx xxx xxx xx xx.

-The Sincerest

 

Cupid

What was hidden has been found.

I know you will have questions while you read this, well let me tell you, I will answer them as I go.

 She had blues eyes, enjoyed the company of flowers, admired the thought of a heart felt romance.

                                                                She wore a tattered smile in her eyes.

She carried roses on her hip

                                                                She found bullet holes in her heart.

Her fingers dripped with blood.

But What if I said.

Her deep blue eyes held so much pain she could only smile.

The roses on her hip. Marked a grave filled with pain.

The bullet holes are from cupid who traded his bow and arrows for a gun that day.

Her fingers only dripped with blood because she finally found where her pain was coming from.

Her mind overfilled with substance.

All she could do was take on your pain and be strong for you.

You never saw the substance of invisible tears falling down her face.

She never let you see her mind, she only let you see what she wanted you to see.

All you ever saw was a blue eyed blond-haired beauty sitting in front of you.

But something in my heart tells me that you did not even see that.

Her mind was hidden from all to see, because the thoughts that ruled her mind became the darkness she desired.

Her brain was her charm, it had you fooled with that gorgeous smile. But did you ever look into her eyes when she smiled?

It is as if a canvas was being pulled tight against a frame waiting for an artist to paint a masterpiece.

This canvas was stretched one to many times, and when she smiled you could see a corner of what is hidden in her mind.

All the pain pushing against a gorgeous canvas in her eyes.

Did you ever see the grave of her pain, covered in roses.

The roses only decorated the life she found in the pain she had walked through.

Gently run your hands down her hips and you will feel more life in the lines that pulled her skin than you ever will in this world.

This world is a funny place, it lacks a certain amount of pain.

Because she knows pain so she collects the pain of the lonely and takes it on as her own.

Because she never wants to see anyone walk alone.

Her fingers only drip with blood because cupid decided to use something more powerful than an arrow.

Hoping it would only but intensify the meaning of love in the heart of a lover.

Cupid did not miss, he got her right where he wanted her  .

Her heart filled with bullet holes she bled, but she never knew what it was.

Her hand mended your heart and guide your walk.

As blood dripped from her fingers she never paid it much attention.

She gave it all to say the least.

Little did you not know she never believed in cupid.

She had seen to much broken love in her short life.

But she believed in you.

One day she awoke and felt something missing.

Something was hurting and not right.

She felt a call to the void.

As she reached for her chest, her hand felt a gapping hole.

One where her heart use to rest.

Little did she know Cupid was real and he was nothing but a thief with pleasant memories.

She found a little piece of her heart

A piece you left hanging on her rib cage as you so carelessly ripped it out.

She wanted this small heart as far from her as possible.

She took a string and tied it to her wrist, and let it dangle on the thread.

She was already use to her heart hanging by a thread so why not do what is comfortable.

Drug through the dirt, and mud she forgot she had placed it so far.

One night she met a man who wanted to see her heart so bad,

He reached for her chest to see what he could find.

To his demise his hand was searching in an empty space.

He looks up at her with tears in his eyes

A smile in her eyes, she could not feel he was searching for something he could not find.

At that moment he saw her pain.

Living life coasting down a hill that had no end.

You had hurt her so properly not even the universe could fill the void she had.

The universe became jealous of the blackness that was laid in her chest.

How could she lack the existence of life and care so deeply for those around?

She was a miracle, a miracle only he could see.

How are you able to survive the life you have been given

When your heart hangs from the string.

Tangled around your feet you stumble.

But you seem so very humble.

What has caused the passion for the pain around you?

Let me fill that dark void with the stars from my sky.

Maybe the light will guide you and illuminate the hanging arteries in your chest.

This is where you heart lie,

And here is the piece of you I find.