Profess

I profess you to be God,
I profess you to be King,
You are my provider,
My Everything!
I profess you to be...
I profess you to who?
To who do I profess you to?
It was made clear today
Who the who was;
My own partners in faith--
Like-minded in moral,
Like-hearted in belief,
Then an outsider came and asked You of me.
 I knew what to give him--
The simple truth--
But I considered the angles at which I could have taken
and the over analysis left me stunned and shaken.
And so he left, fed up with my lack
To formulate sentences and give a response back.
As he turned away, I was overwhelmed and defeated,
Thinking "He may not see the throne on which God is seated.
He'll see the fire because I couldn't feed it."
In that moment in time he was hungry for answers,
but my knowledge just could not transfer.
Of course my cynicism popped up first,
Telling me that boy was inherently cursed.
But that's not true, I know it to be.
Maybe I'm not the one to plant his seed.
Maybe I'm the one to water his soul,
Or be the one to watch him grow.
I don't know God's plan, or even the boys name,
But through prayer, in heaven may I see him again.

Matrimonial Deceit

Marry the Lie.
Let your left hand be synthetic.
Your cruel, empty heart is covered by a deceitful mask;
Your answer is worth spit when lovers ask.
This flask you carry, holds this loose liquid,
And each sip enables a vivid falsehood you spew so carelessly,
Yet carefully you craft them.
This polygamy you seek with seductive wives, each called Lie,
Is a vow waiting to be brought to spite.
Hmm...
A funny thing,
Your rusted ring--
What can't be seen is the truthful gleam.

A Little Prayer

Carry me,
when I fall.
Hear me,
when I call.
Because you gave it all,
I can be safe,
I can be secure,
I can be sure.
Sure of my future,
Secure in my skin,
Safe in this world
of turmoil and sin.
God, you are great.
God, you are good.
I love that you love me,
even when I neglect it.
You love me, I love you.
I want to share it.
No one can compare it;
Your love for me.

One day at a time

One day at a time--
The sanity rhyme brings me.
To get over you is harder than I thought.
The attraction is there,
the distraction is clear,
being one-sided is never enough.
And yet you're still here
unknowingly taunting,
with grins and shirtless encounters.
Its killing me slowly but I wont surrender
I'm stronger than what you've made me believe.
Again I feel this is all unintentional.
Your actions that silently tease.
Like calling, and requests for pictures and texts,
I feel like its all in my head.
One day at a time--i'll take it one day at a time.
Find all the cons, use to my advantage--
One day at a time.

I Only Wish

I only wish one thing,

This thing that could bring me joy.

I only wish that I could gaze upon

This canvas in the night.

The guards of dreams, high and mighty,

With gleaming armor of light.

Their gaseous bodies looming over

The slumbering below,

I only wish to stare in awe

Upon their luminous glow.

We wish upon the ones that fly 

and marvel at those still in the sky.

I wish that I could see them all together

In magical constellation,

In order and form perfected by God,

The Maker of the nations.

I only wish to be accompanied

By a lover with mindset alike

To lay beside in grassy meadow

And disregard the spite.

Hand in hand.

I only wish.

Majestic beauty.

I only wish.

But to only wish is to only miss.

This Crazy Ride

This ride has no end. All it is is an infinite coaster.

It travels along the bumps of my mind, to the curves of my body, to the hills of my heart.

The twists and turns are hardly smooth and it gives me a searing pleasure.

This ride, this ride, this crazy ride.

This ride takes me on pointless journeys through strong beautiful trees, to fields of dainty flowers and even over majestic mountains.

All are beautiful in their own way--but--the thorns on the dying flower or the giant scar on the bark of the tree or avalanche the mountain provides delays my journey.

This ride, this ride, this crazy ride.

Focus

The target moves in intricate pattern
The red and white are blinding and bold.
Illusion shattered when target is hit,
But knowing me, I haven't hit s***.
The statement before appears vulgar and vile,
but that expresses my annoyance with self.
This self-pity, now, is only pathetic.
Time to dust myself off and get it.

My focus is gone,
The blur is evident,
I need only God to guide my arrow.
You alone are my eyes to see, Your eyes are on the sparrow.

This realization for self-modification,
Has caused me to change my outlook on life.
The darker side I tend to lean,
But only because I'm a human being.
I need optimism, I need to look up.
If I don't, I'll miss the target for sure.
God help me now to overcome this trial.
You, and only you can make me smile.

My focus is gone,
The blur is evident,
I need only God to guide my arrow.
You alone are my eyes to see, Your eyes are on the sparrow.