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  • Ink At Midnight
    Ink of the void
    Sultan and wraith
    Be still, and press on
    For we, dance on faith

    The blankets of white
    Oppress, but we peruse
    To faith, we shall dance
    In light, just me and you

    Ink of the void
    Bleed night sky
    Fulfill my dreams
    My eyes are too shy

    These blankets of time
    Persistent and blue
    Answering an enigma
    Life’s sins so true

    Ink of the void
    Damned to tell the truth
    Vivid memories are vast
    The visions that soothe

    To turmoil, we say nay
    God, lift up night sky
    Withering not my vision
    For, life seems, to sigh

    Ink of the void
    A journal for prayer
    To remind me of blessings
    And remember to beware

    Daily blessings
    I count now, not envy
    Because God gave me purpose
    And strength over the enemy
  • The stars smiled upon us,
    as if they knew we'd join
    Midnight showed mistrust,
    Moonlight shines like a coin

    To the everlasting night
    We beg you, disobey
    And the beautiful sight
    The fading from day

    Eternal night sky, we sing,
    Onyx midnight, shine bright,
    To the day, it never brings
    Shine bright everlasting night

    The stars smiled upon us,
    As if they knew we'd join,
    Midnight showed mistrust,
    Shining bright like a coin
  • There was a tear in her eye, but her face showed no other particular signs of expression. She smiled, and said, “I love you.” right before the gun went off…swirling nothingness, distances that seem endless. Off into some existence that speaks of not. Wretched and impure, this place seems hollow of time. Secluded in an infinite void, we sink into the dankness of torment.
    Hello…echos bounce off an encompassing haze. Every breath or sigh dances all around. “Where am I?” Nothing, just nothing, endless hours of nothing but this haze. I could walk forever in the cold reality of this haze. As timeless as it seems fake, this absence is the opposition of thought. I can’t see anything ahead of me.
    I could walk for hours in this infinite void. Opposing thought, reclusive times brought to a finite conclusion. There is nothing more to be seen. We are nothing but the encompassing components filling a space.

  • When poetry can’t save you…

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  • Before I'm too old, I  hope to know myself
    No mansions or gold, just intellectual wealth
    To dance and to sing, to love, and be kind
    No extravagance or gems, only peace of mind

    Before I'm too old, I want to know true love
    No lust or disloyalty, one sent from above
    To have and to hold, till death do us part
    No money or diamonds, just knowledge of art

    Before I'm too old, I want to know what's real
    No drugs or guns, to me, that has no appeal
    To exist and just be, no over-the-top life
    No justification, only to one day, up and rise

    Before I'm too old, I want to see my kids smile
    No sadness or despair, to have a life worthwhile
    To love God, love life, and be a parent one day too
    Not a life of desperate living, to truly understand you
  • In the warmth of a day, 
    We listlessly fade into euphoria;
    With a folk tune,
    And a blank page in hand,
    Daylight passes like fading thoughts;
    With a cheerful melody,
    We get carried away;
    Lost in thought,
    Confused about being carefree,
    And dancing with time;

    Mother remembers the time,
    And son begins again;
    I lost it all but the fear of the Lord;
    That wise men have never forgotten;
    Withstanding the memory,
    And never forgetting,
    Remembering my children's first laugh;
    The smell of some flower I don't know,
    Begins to arouse a thought;
    I am at peace on a Sunday morning;

    Remembering the time
    And remembering when
    A moment that's mine
    Fells like life begins
  • Some wood and nails, up on a hill 
    His amazing love, serenity revealed
    With thorns and cross, eternity fulfilled
    When we question not, his goodwill

    Inspiration, in his artistic ways
    With no words at all, he has so much to say
    His amazing love, left on replay
    And there is so much, we can't repay

    I sing to you in poetic verse
    I can count on you, when reality is worse
    And, when this world begins to coerse
    Or, when this life gets to adverse

    You are the Father, and you are love
    Sending us angels, you watch, from above
    And when in need you give us a shove
    Because, you are the Father, and you are love

  • A voice to sing, and a voice to soothe 
    A voice unkind, and a voice to rude
    Listlessness avast, a mind in shambles
    Silence sounds like a consistant ramble

    Question excess, and question dearth
    A mass of thoughts, question worth
    Worthless thoughts leave a void of reality
    Something less than someone inside of me

    Mindless voices scream in silent nights
    Inside a mind, who's losing the fight
    Shadows dance in corners or thought
    Reaching out to pathways sought

    Into this, we must never faulter
    Reaching out to thoughts we've altered
    We are never given more than we can handle
    So, why is my mind in constant shambles



  • There is one that madness portrays 
    With his eccentricities locked away
    Inside his eyes, they are soulless and grey
    Shameless and incandescent, as if to say

    Damned up by time, his flood does grow
    That's washed away seeds of life, he has sewn
    All has faded from thought, winds have blown
    His mind is lost, no thoughts are his own

    Twisting fingers control his eyes
    Manipulative pondering happens inside
    He honestly wants to open up his mind
    But, deep down inside he wants to die

    Damned if to be, damned to not
    He can't retrace the pathways he's sought
    He sees more, honestly, than he aught
    Forgetting all the lessons life has taught

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