I confess. I am under duress but I confess my need of you please be true I will to you. My one defense to be free rescue me from the deep raging sea I need you not to fall along the way being stuck in miry clay to cause my delay out of sinking sand to dry solid land. I need you.
Category: Poetry Corner
Autumn Bloom
The frostbites nibble at my heel lovebites don't appeal to me. Change rings and clings to restless wanderings. A search for heat now on retreat from blue-black feet with claws that hook your dreams.
Perfect Peace
It's always the quiet ones tranquil serene floating through the astro turf stepping on weeds. They seem complete level headed dependable until they jump out a tree or drown in the sea.
Silent Season
Be still allow the void to run its course sit with no one else breathe the newnes of yourself let the desert be your oasis centrally instilled homeostasis. You, you will be moulded into carnelian true pure clear ready to win the battle. When ready you will be awaken kissed or shaken your destiny revealed you will not be forsaken by the blindess of men sitting at rickety tables polished though not able to read your destiny.
I am committed
I wake up in a cold sweat the moon sneers - terrified - What have I missed. Life kept life-in, things kept happening while I was amidst. Lost in terror of fear beaten down by wayward cares. Finally, the water receeded a little- thought I could walk on water alone... I must atone To find my way home I must walk in the sun
Doubt
Doubt
sees,
darkness
droughts
helplessness
loss
fear
stuntedness.
Why doubt?
See light
open doors
calm nights
free days
and victories.
40 Years Long
I could cry... 40 years long... a cursed song. What a fight 40 years of night... always missing the light. Why Lord why? We believe the lies and never try. In circles we go there was no Jericho only dry dessert land. Thrist nearly kill we! It took a rock. Still we were loud and wrong not strong we did not believe the Big Man. 40 long years even after the splitting sea it took one generation long... before we see touch the Promise Land.
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