How tempting is the beauty of a storm at sea?
Violent volts pulsing through a violet sky
while scattered showers shroud it’s severity
colossal waves chaotically collide.
I wander into her wrathful water
secretly seduced by the salty swells,
soon finding she’s a merciless monster
my darkest desires drag me to her hell.
Helpless to the hurricane I keep hidden
I descend deep into her dark abyss
aware now she’s the source of my affliction,
but can I escape her treacherous tricks?
Will I wither here in her wicked winds?
have I the strength to swim away from this?
To think I’d escape-
Still I wish
Chaos I seem to create-
Is this just my fate?
Sure loves company-
Still I try
discord that’s destroying me-
Is hope within reach?
I’ve begun to hate-
Still I drift
Back to this
Sick state to which I’m a slave-
Will I waste away?
Chaos created by the sound of shots,
make empty the halls once busy with noise
block off each doorway and turn the lights off
children cry trying to muffle the noise.
sirens scream as they scramble down the street
as armies of officers rush inside
parents panic and watch in…
Powered by pain like waves pushed by the sea,
hard earned paper traded for nerves of steel.
Two bottles this time, instead of just one,
I fumble for fibs but the old man knew-
maybe the blood shot eyes were my give away;
still, I hurry on home to fill…
A winding road, a star filled night,
lost in thought on a quiet drive.
The chill of winter blew around
dancing leaves on their descent down,
creating a confetti sky.
Wondrous warmth, flames flickered to life
memories made ‘round fire that night.
Tranquillity found in trees that surround
a winding road.
Clarity came through vibrant vibes
never had I felt so alive;
that peaceful feeling I’ve not found
since the night I took a trip down
a winding road.
to the solid ground
with strength like a tsunami
pulls me to the deep.
Will I sink
to the bottom of
like rope from a rescue ship
draws me closer in.
Can I break
away from this dark
like waves washing over me
Who am I
that You would save my
like a light house on a coast
has led me back home.
For years I’ve looked at you with such disdain,
a villain vile as the devil himself.
I kept the weight of your crimes to myself,
housing my hurt until it grew into hate.
You were the one Grace could never change-
the one lost soul that could never be helped;
I’ll never forgive you, have fun in Hell,
you’ll spend eternity there with your shame.
But have I not felt His hands heal my scars?
Has He not rescued ME from all MY sins?
If His light is greater than any dark,
and His hands can calm the wrathful winds,
can He not place forgiveness in my heart-
has He not proven His love always wins?
When I feel consumed by the darkest night
and sinful shadows seem to stalk my soul,
doubts devour me, will I make it home-
for I am weary and have not a light.
A fork in the road- but which path is right?
I can’t navigate through this on my own!
Through vacant valleys I wander alone
only to reach mountains I cannot climb;
But have You not shaped each sorrowful step,
molding my misery into much more?
Has Your Grace not guided me through my mess
to shed light on what plans you have in store?
Fill me with fervent faith, lest I forget-
no night can conceal the light of You Lord.
Why do I suffocate who I am with who everyone wants me to be?
I can’t breathe beneath the weight of this fabricated being.
What if I embraced myself, forgave myself-
instead of pretending that I am someone else?
Early on I learned to shift my identity
to be less…