Sprouts

Sprouts
appear.
His leaves grow
slowly as He gains
green to contrast the sky's blue.
Against the world He holds his strong arms above.

His leaves grow full and vibrant,
providing shade for each one
who so chooses to shelter
beneath His sprawling umbrage.
Lazy summer days turn night.

Green to red to yellow to brown. Slowly now they fall.
Once in His grand arms above,
they fall away and spread
His life, no
longer
sprouts.

Dropped Seed I

Such potential for growth,
yet on the road it sits:
to never take its root and live.

To Die For You

Little did I know you were to take me.
Over and over I did fall. And never relenting.
Verse after verse I wrote to your admiration.
Everything I saw was inspiration towards you.

Last week, I got your letter to me.
Over and over I did read. My tears flowed.
Vaguely I understood your statements.
Engagement was breaking me in two.

Last year, you got married away.
Over and over I have cried. I want to die.
Vindication is not possible. You hurt me.
Evacuating you from my mind is the only hope.

Leaving my whole self behind is hard.
Over and over I have assayed. Too much of me was you.
Vying against my own self is destroying me.
Emancipation is my only hope. Goodbye.

Augmented

My days go by,
And I wonder why
All I can see
Has no meaning to me.

My life goes on,
Ev'ry dusk and dawn
Continue to
Keep ev'rything I knew.

With this great loss
I move 'bout like moss.
Without my mind,
I'm not of humankind.

You all can think,
I only can blink.
Unfortunate,
This is the end of it.

I want to be.
I want to be free.
Leave my prison.
Escape this pit I'm in.

I start to climb.
The walls are high.
I run out of time.
I desire the sky.

How hard going it is,
Climbing up this.
I slip and slide;
I can say I tried.

Once again I
Decide to try.
I rally my strengths
While my arms feel like planks.

The climb I make,
My whole life I take.
Now near the sun,
My task is now done.

My Abyss

The pen has run dry
It which used to write gaily
Now rites words of sorrow
Words of unhappiness
 
The pen is not at fault
My hand has control
It is the problem
Writing of terrible sadness
 
My hand is not at fault
I am at fault
I do such things
Writing of them is a side-effect
 
A side-effect of sin
Of horrible time management
And poor will-power
How will I escape
 
The hole I've dug
Shear walls of wrongs
Of mistakes and sins
Of greed and lust
 
One hope remains
The light at the tar of my pit
He waits for me with open arms
But how do I get out?
 
The only thing I've accomplished
Is digging a deeper hole
The shovel is easier to use
Than to attempt to climb
 
I mount an atack on the wall
It falls upon me
I become compressed
The walls are heavy
 
Failure. I exist to fail.
The weight is too great
My breath leaves myself
I begin to suffocate
 
My suffocation complete
I die in my hell
My hell of mistakes and sin
Of self-destruction

As I Sit Here And Wait

As I sit here and wait
My mind slowly does churn
Memories of you around and around

The sound of your soothing voice
The smell of your infatuating scent
The touch of your smooth skin
The sight of your unmatched beauty

Time turns to stone
As I wait alone
Unrighteous anger makes me its home

The sound of him making you laugh
The touch of his hand in yours
The sound of his endearments to you
The touch of his lips to yours

My fists are clenched
Sweat crosses my brow
I fight the anger away

It makes me sunken and hollow
It tells me I will never have a chance with you
It creates my depression
It foretells my unhappiness

But I fight my anger away

The anger banished
I sit and wait
Now only a test of my patience remains

As I sit here and wait
Our lives go on
I await the time when they'll combine

Life Is A Movie

Our bodies are a house,
we live inside them.
Our minds control our bodies,
or we like to think so.

But really our minds are there
to record what happens.
To hope, to dream, to wish
and watch the outcome.

The One in charge
controls our bodies.
The One chooses
what we do, how we do it.

When we want to
do anything,
we can't, we hope, we wish
But The One controls it

When we are invited
to do something
we can't, we hope, we wish
But The One controls it

When we want to stop
doing everything
we can't, we hope, we wish
But The One controls it

But The One controls it