The Mercy Of God I cannot see what may harm me yet I am unharmed. I do not do What's right But yet I am fruitful. I fail But still win. I stop many times but still finish. I reap where I do not sow. I know The Mercy of God.
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Where do you go when you don't know where to go but you need to know which why to go? A place to be comforted loved accepted? Where? Should we go?
A Series of Unfortunate Events?
Yes! To freedom I shimmy I glide, plier etendre releve sauter tourney elancer just watch me stride. A puddle in my way? oh no, nothing to stop my shine. Too fast! But the beat... Too high! But the breeze... I squeal! I reach! Pure delight. Midway I freeze... Oh no! my steam! That Je ne sais quoi... Gone. now, how, do I dance with me?
Herd Mentality
Chose your victim get ready for the kill neatly packed together we rush and snap at will. No rhyme to our reason displeasure is well seasoned with the thrill... Let's chase this sinner stone him to death then sweep our dirty linens under our beds to rest. Once the act is committed you cannot go back remember loylaty to the pack. Now I do to get along sick promises sold now seem so cold dreams once fashioned now seem so old wearied lacking compassion. Now I must walk against the tide. I stop and wait. I must go back.
Emeth
Look how far you have fallen no branches to break it shifting sand your anchor lies your comforter. Deep is the well no grace no truth down there. Many say come beckoning hands outstretched salvation sure, until, the great fall without support no anchor. The masked unmasked reveals death trapped beautified by pilates with clean hands.
The Secret Place
The Secret Place Do not lose have faith timelines may change emptiness will fade fortune will smile miracles they exist still even in desolation. In a secret place Out springs new life rain pours over pain desert loose their claim Like Queen of Andean life rears alive again Edenesque ideal now tamed where endless rivers flow also too dreams grow in neatly assigned rows where you can glow kissed by benevolent miracles refreshed by the glow of your secret place.
The Runaway
The Runaway
I am running away
today.
my mind
works in steps
that quickly
run away
from defects
that scream
"No next
yesterday or today!"
I chase away
the doubts
they lodge
they sprout
they suffocate
to death
the dreams
dying to come out.
So I lay
wait
twisted
folded
about
to see,
the metamorphic me.
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