Tiger

My sin has me down and out

My iniquity too far to count. 

Where do I go from here God

When all I have done has brought me tears God

How do I deal things out now

When I am lost and ready for the count 

What can I say that repair my shame

I am done God and I dont want to be saved.

My foolishness keeps me from repenting

My heart is hardened by this heading

So is death all that remains

Can I get back up when I have been slain by mistakes?

While I wait to touch the hand that is given, I sit wistfully still, waiting for such a matrimony of flesh and spirit. It takes place in the subtlety of uncertainty and wonder.  A playful curiosity that has no end, evolving into a craving that speaks to the soul itself. Where will we go and what we will do now becomes synonymous with “I”, and we who are two become one. In one breath, we become a melting pot of chemistry and anxiety releases in the manifestation of a reaction.  Still, I am unable to change paths and the only course of action to take is the sincerity of unfolding this reality through the realm of touch.  Where did the lines go that society tried to govern? Where are we and where am I as a result of such intense fusion? Will these questions even matter past a certain point, and what is to become of a dreamer once a dreamer lives a dream out.  Do they cease to exist? No, rather, they go deeper into the dream and a sleep becomes not for one but two will never wake. Two who have now become one in all things and are simply differentiated between by the texture of their own characteristics.

How does your journey end? What are the micro victories, the final finish lines engraved in destiny? Do you run from this question because you lack insight? Or is it courage that you have lacking? Are you deprived of the destination or the will to face it? Finite in a infinite reality, are you afraid to deal with it? Does it comfort you to prolong the inevitable conversation, that may even be a little comforting if you have it? Let your joy be made full though it is fleeting. Is the moment eternal because its real? Or is it because you lack the hope to face it head on?  Don’t run away baby, because the sun is setting. Instead make that  plunge into fear,  while listening to whatever your “End-Theme” is. Amen?

The mainstream day ends waves crashing overhead. Heat in my flesh, the day has come to a completion. What awaits me is the soothing cycle which continues on into eternity. What I am thankful for most is this sunburn brought about by the intensive vibrations caught up in time. A time, which prepares for the next wave day after day. Strange wouldn’t you say? But that’s what it is, a soft setup for the oncoming wave.

What do yo see when you look in the reflection of a mirror?

Is it time that has been lost, or deformity which has manifested?

For myself, I find the accumulation of passions made into being.

My genes belong to those who have come before me.

My heart is crafted by the influences and absorbed expressions of those whose destiny I cannot see.

We are made one through the fires of a soul which are spoken through words and acted upon though, they originate in thought.

My life is not a passing expression but a mass of passion still in motion. 

Rise with the red my flowers  born with a distaste for a world which breeds them simply to devour them. Yet rise with the beauty again and again no matter how fierce the day promises to be. And who knows the glory which is to be found  in the glimmer of a horizon.  Though this moment is fleeting and  soon dusk will lead to shadow you must rise my darling to face the red dawn.  Face it in full bloom and dont’ hold back for this light will fade to black. Let the world know the sky is red with your blood  which was not taken from you rather it was spent on the rising red dawn.

I spent a lot of time, in love with my ride. Twas the only thing keeping me  from pulling the pin on life. Now you’re gone and I have moved on, but I still miss you. Know you were there to get me through. I know I don’t need you but I miss the adventure, I miss the wind in my hair and the drive under the never-ending sky. Where do I go now from here? I don’t roam around anymore, is that weird? But I am here. Sometimes I just feel stuck,  but that isn’t true. I am thinking of getting a truck. I just want to go, for miles on down the road. Ending up somewhere I don’t even know.  I just want to leave,  is that so mean? Can I be selfish and see  the pastures of green simply for a day in this month of May? Can we find a way? Apparently I had a lot to say.

We wait for the breaking of dawn, the night is welcomed along with the calm it brings. Silence gives wings to the anticipation in the air as the day releases its swelling from the adventure, and so we look at the night lights as a reminder that it is time for rest. That our souls can find it. The music is in this silence. A calming rhythm and beat, to tune us in and wind us down in order for a new day to begin. Can you hear the silence of the night? Can you be deliriously happy when the light has gone from your sight?