Grow Into Yourself

Grow Into Yourself.

It burns!
Like hell sulfur.
Limbs torn assunder.
With each blunder guilt knifes me.
Blood corrupted springs free
to flow into a sea of redemption.
Can I grow into me?
Can I be free?
Guilt a strict taskmaster.
Too stern to cuddle
a wayward child like me.
Fire now tears into my flesh.

Is this how it feels to grow?

Shame of Pride

Shame of Pride

I hang my head in shame
a shame milady.
Beaten by the truth.
                     Pride.
The deadlest of all sins.
Hubris leads me to my nemesis.

No it's not a good thing
I now fear looking within
my very soul is in the balance
waiting at the gallows.
I must pull it back
and cage this monster that sits atop my head.
Who is greater than God?
No man!
Today I will learn
that i am not.
To think otherwise
will set you down low.

Instead I must cling to my shipwrecked raft
drifting
 praying to be saved.
I must be saved from drowining.
I have not choice
with Pride I carry the shame of Icarus.

Grant Us Peace

Grant Us Peace

I know how it feels
when the arrow pierces your skin
hits bone and goes deeper within
piercing the very soul.

I have cried out in anguish
throat raw with blood
choking in the blood
from remember what has been.

I have died a little
each time I realise
life doesn't get easier
because you will it so
or because you think you know
the heart of your most loved brethren.

I have woken
many nights
with blood shot-eyes
after seeing the mangled bodies
of innocent lambs
slaughtered just because of man and man.

I know of bone chilling things
that languishes without and within
of a trauma filled void
growing wider and deeper it seems.

I have tasted the petrifingly dark taste
of putrid flesh
as it melts away from the wasted.

So in this hour,
another dark moment a constant threat
that will be filled with many regret.
Grant us Peace!

Sun Stroke

Sun Stroke

Welling up -
ready to overflow...
The first gentle stokes
leaves me quiverying
deep,deep inside.

Then a gentle breeze caresses it
cools me down
and sets me off my feet.
I revel 
in the embrace
of each golden ring
chosen to give
and not receive
by whose touch I can live.

A flamming torch lit to the heavens
what a lasting impression.
Never to be extinguished again.
As my eyes close from the pleasure 
and pain,
of the vermilion hue,
it reconstructs my view
that allows me now to pursue
the Joy from that first stroke.

Final Thoughts

Final Thoughts

Any final words today?
Any way to beat this rain
as I go my way?
Do you have words of wisdom 
after skimming off the scum
off your system?
Now that you see the light
lend me your shades
or does it fade
with time?
I will let you speak - 
but one more question.

Was it worth it?

Forgive Me

Forgive Me

Forgive Me 
for making you chase waterfalls
the wift of what could have been
the dust of my essences
as I float a drift
lost to you and you to me.

Forgive me
as I swerve 
any which way
I have no say
I must bend to the wind.

Forgive me
for being sick
of the ugliness of life
for earth's sweet relief I will pray.

Forgive me
for the dim smile
I promise to come back
from my woeful lacking.

Forgive me
I will soon be 
like the sea free to flow freely.