this is new.
this is
there used to be a light
and someone has turned it off
in front of my face
but for years I thought I could still see
before I went half blind
this is
what do I want
strong soft
both
neither
scared
they tell you
lean on a shoulder
when you’re stumbling
but I started this at sundown and there are too many trails
now I am all alone and it is midnight and I can’t find the moon
I can’t find the things that have always been there and
this is my finish line to cross
this was supposed to be a simple walk
done before dark but
it has turned into fighting a clear path through a storm
I used to be able to love without second-guessing but
now you are a given,
nothing else is
how am I supposed to find solid ground when I can’t feel my own body
how am I supposed to love you like I did when I can’t spell the sentences of my own love letters
I don’t know how to reach through my own heart
and find what I needed a thousand years ago
how am I supposed to need you
when I don’t know what I need
this is
being tossed under waves I thought were freshwater
and getting a lungful of salt
this is
not fitting in the mold they have given me
or the one I gave myself
this is
forgetting everything about the words supposed to
and running on
pure
shaky
want.
—Stalled Train Wanders Off
'Tis a drag—that car
nobody operates it
—moving on waters
I was asked one day, to describe myself just one way. By a friend i could not deny. I wracked my mind for a word that applied. There was not a single one that i could claim mine owned. So i made one up, that i lwould like to share with all those that are likely to care. I call me obscuse. It an amalgamation of obscure and obtuse. It's describes beautifuly my addiction to the living metaphore of language. That i pick a word with strange connotations and pair it with equal expectations from a disperate source. Unless i'm trying to be direct obviously. But that happens rarely. I enjoy the journey from the edge of relevance on a tangent of assosiative and topsy turvy logic
Can you write the list that’s made of me?
I think you could scribble till I’m nothing but
everything that pours out like a spring
Here is a shock
I’m not ready to hear
I push, you pull
so I keep listening
I am raining on you
these words might be too heavy
but I am a cloud
can’t seem to stop spinning
Lift me up
like a stolen candle
Drink me down
like apple cider
Only you will ever know
where I come from
Name me once
like you’re never leaving
Speak my shudders
like it’s all the moonlight
you’d ever want
make me yours again
Lift me up
like a wanted secret
Drink me down
like sea salt charm
Only you will ever know
where I come from
Turn your magic on,
speed up the wind
till it can keep up with your dreams
I’ll fill you up when it freezes
Lift me up
like I’m whole again
Drink me down
like apple cider
Only you will ever know
where I come from
I need a password to reopen
something gone frozen,
a fresh pearl page to restart
Quiet, not especially striking,
nothing to my liking
so I turn in my cards and restart
Wind through my cold bones
hope my soul isn’t unknown
to whoever I’m inventing now
I’m a riddle’s answer you can’t find
a shifting, misshapen outline
maybe I’ll never know how
To be a human with a past
I don’t want who I am to last
I want to be the girl nobody saw
I hold the key to a twisted mystery
but words can open suddenly
the secret side door nobody saw
Identity ...
Instead of fulfilling God's plan for their life. Due to the fact people are Lovers of themselves more than GOD....
In doing that they're
lost souls walking Spiritually DEAD.
So caught up in themselves,
From a Job, even a spouse, some it could be materialistic things.
You know like Money, Cars, some it may be clothes, or the lastest trend or fashion whatever is trending right.
From smart phones, iPad, or tablets whatever the case maybe,
not realizing that you're not controlling the device its controlling you.
All throughout your day, even in your homes. Families don't even take time to sit at the table and eat anymore.
Faces from young to old is in front of a screen of some sort. Rather reality
t.v, texting or another Selfie. Now dont get me wrong im not speaking of everyone,
but you know who you are rather we admit it to ourselves or not, GOD see all things.
Time is passing by but Christ is nearer than we think. I said all that to say this,
Time to release your potential seek God first. Your momentuem starts with you.
Be Diligent in all that you do, An your GOD given purpose will come manifest through.
Time to Identify your Identity .
Be Blessed
Love Pebbles
In the midnight run shadows show face in the dark
thoughts that cloud shadows' mind-
They become animals roaming the dark streets of
decadence, perversion; ungodly sins...
In between shadows lurk the spirits of evil men
and unholy women, selling their souls for tricks
and cheap fixes-
You here the screams of the raped, beaten in the
streets; shadows mind their own business; every
night blood spills upon shadows feet-
Shadows mingle and dance in the dark gardens of
cemeteries, singing songs of malice with the wicked
minds that join them-
Discreetly blending with shadows on the walls....
murmuring, whisperng in tongues; laughing at the
victims the night has claimed-
As the rise of dusk nears all the shadows come out
of the dark walls and halls; if you focus your sight at
the darkness that surrounds, you will see a glimpse
of a shadow's metamorph to a human being walking
into the light as if they belong-
Fooling other's; fooling themselves....Animals!!
Falling through the repeated days
In a set trance in the dark eternal craze
To a tired struggle I kill another dove
and forget what I made a promise to be free of
Because it's simply easy, and rather too fun
But when I gained another side, I lost sight of the sun
I feel not to go around and walk a set path that fits my shoes
Looking at myself, these are not my own hands, nor my own views
I'm trying to find a person who I can call me
To be familiar with and call my own what I can see
But in the end it all tears apart sooner or later
The person I thought I knew inside is my only traitor
I change another face to fit another set day
To think it matters, but it somehow never did anyway
Everything can change from a single teardrop from the eye
But then again, who am I?