Act 3

I was born from lovers. Raised in struggle. Departed as a man under my own understanding. 

MISTAKE: 

I should have stayed an adolescent, listened a little more following the rules of my father and the Heavenly Father.

Conceived through lust, created with blissfulness. Raised by those seeking Gods forgiveness. Departed a sinner learning life’s lessons through my own conscious decisions.

LIFE LESSON:

Only to be hindered by blind love for long black hair and an accent. I should have stuck to my guns and pursued my own happiness. Defaulting to my lust for a foreign kiss. The path I chose to walk led me into years of frustration and confusion instead of blissful happiness.

FOLLOWING UP: 

Conceived through lust, born from love, innocents born into sin taught to seek Gods love. Departed brand new like morning dew. Searching for my second chance only to be snagged by my feelings a new. From this came a light, her tiny hands and feet gave my world all new insight. She was born innocent from two beginners, who thought they were doing everything they could to keep it together. Yet, separated here we stand, building her from the shared love we once had.

ACT 3:

Here I am again with passion in my heart. Her name mystery so hate cant play a part. Father I have ran this race twice in one life, I do not know what resides at the pinnacle but time sure does fly. I am waiting on you, for I feel this to be my last life line. King Solomon loved so his queen… He wrote hymns of her beauty, words so eloquent and flattering. I wish for the imagery.

My wounds leek when she speaks. Healing my soul inside out, so there is no need for disbelief. Honesty has always been the real key. There is a jones in my bones for a sister whose name I can’t speak. Revealing these thoughts to her could kill the dream. I can’t tell her yet but she could easily make me take a knee. “Don’t jump!” shouts the old me, you made this move before and the chest game was over within three. This time I’ll wait, sit back, watch, and use my third eye to see. Waiting for the universe to answer this long plea so my energy can remain centered around balancing me. 

God healed my heart to prepare my soul for she.

 

SHARDS

Late nights I stare into the dark watching the void transform to show my mistakes.

I slip into the darkness of pain, cold hands and feet, eyes glossed over.

The blood flow seems to stop at my heart… only shards remain.

Broken, held together by hope and desire to find…

The flame has long died but sparks remain

Floating like ashes in the wind waiting to catch again.

Knowing what one desires with no clue how to acquire, the madness begins to devour.

The shards become daggers, thinking becomes savage, love does not matter.

As time elapse’s the transformation becomes my pleasure.

Releasing negative vibes like tentacle’s draining those that surround me.

I loathed the pain, knowing it’s the only way to feel again.

Love….. can you save me

Above The Clouds

If God gave me wings to fly I wouldn’t take to the sky.

Instead I’d ask for another pair and deliver them to you no matter where.

Asking you to join me above clouds so we could be free to love for a while.

Aloof from the world to look into each other’s eyes.

Feeling each other’s hearts while feeding our souls.

Examine one another’s minds for compatibility and goals.

Enjoying the breeze, the warmth of the sun at 70,000 ft.

No one could ever see with their two eyes or feel with their hands and feet how much you mean to me.

when were in the same room I can feel your spirit dance with me.

 

Dedicated to my wife