Poem of the Month - February 2022

Sometimes angels sometimes demons
My reminiscences of you  
At times are bliss at others brine
Rubbed in wounds of old
Just now the horns appear
To banish me, a sinner.
Ever pacing in the darkness
voicing echoes
Conversations with a ghost
I wander through a house of mirrors
Reflecting only tears and blackness
In my own image
The ghost of you morphed
Into the faces of my tormenting
Devils
Won’t a friendly apparition
Return those heavenly reminders
That I love so much?
Burn the night horrors
To resurrect eternal dreams
Of light.

To the Heaven’s glory be thy name        
Skin of atonement I bow unto the sovereigns whose journeys have already came          
If I shall fall short of thy glory before I take my last breath            
May I be given wings after the ascending from the stillness of death          
Before I asunder beyond the sun            
Bathe my soul’s belief in thy Kingdom          
On earth as in Heaven, it shall be won          
I rise to take in vain the occurrences in my life that never was          
Mercy be upon me            
To have soothed souls with my earthly investment to have always given universal love          
           
For the society who professes love with fork tongues          
Always bless their cup to runneth over with more than some            
And enough to share with those who are without none          
So shall it be written so shall it be done          
To the Pope may you cast aside silent iniquities among the Holy found in the religion of sin          
Compassion to the Christian Preacher who teaches to pass the offering plate before the service has begin          
Let my faith echo from the highest skies          
Ten centimeters, upon dilation may parents always hear their child’s first cries          
           
Abduction to innocent souls gone without a goodbye, preceding of numerous false hopes, no clues          
May the rock be lifted to give justice to the unrighteous and condemn the blind fool          
Returned to the cradle of loving arms            
Where love and warmth has returned displacing tearful storms            
To the men who prances around in ivory holed sheets            
Disunited in Psalms for all to the come to the table in Proverbs for all nations to feast          
Men of skill, the chosen ones to heal by sight unseen of faces upon the Hippocratic Oath            
Attend to heart, mind, body, and the mental anguish for the intellect, to never gloat          
           
Never to allow corrupted and purchased beliefs to puppet scientist’s hands          
To quietly depopulate the masses of a childbearing woman, the laughter of child, or eradicate the Creator’s image of man          
Bangies of the night roaming to share the depth of their soul on a hard bed of knox          
Leaving pieces of their self by the hour of the tick tock      
Give them peace in the comforts of slumber as alone they sleep           
Can’t we all just get along          
My Charka meditation found in the hymns blowing in the wind of my nightly songs            
I tell you these things they will surely come to pass            
Let my words in this testament expand farther than my mind to outlast          
Life is lived, death is only the repast          
           
To the Heaven’s glory be thy name

Autumn came slowly and eventually forced us to close the kitchen window.  
Winter arrived before we realized there were now three quilts on every bed.  
By then no one wanted to get up first thing in the morning to turn on the stove  
and leave the oven door open to help heat the room.  
We all resented the unwelcomed guest of winter enough to confess all our hidden  
sins just so we could be born again in righteousness and newness of life come spring.   - But for now, there will be no full emersion baptism, rather only a sign of a sign  
in the cold sprinkle of a winter shower that persisted all day under the dreary skies of February.

Severed artery
Painful exaggeration
Measured artistry
Vein full of imagination

As the blood rushes to my face
I stand amazed
At the grace inside your stength
As the days I've left to say

The descriptor of your perplexion
Your perfection
A mixture of your reflection

As i reminisce of watching your iris grow
You're perfection
As i plant my heart for you to sow

Draw my blood
And when they ask what type
Tell them it's love

Fallen from above
And when they ask what i type
Know it's not enough

Pencil me in
In all the shades that i adore
This happiness
Grows like an oak deep at it's core

Lay with me
In this canopy
Of green
With envy

Be with me
And listen to my heart sing
It sings a dream of many

Severed artery...
Like the rain i pour
Under this tree...
Every day, i love you more and more