I fell


I do not believe it,
But it is true,
Of all the days of my life,
Today,
I have fallen,
And oh What a pleasant fall,
In love,
To be,
To be human,
To understand,
That Jesus fell in love with humanity,
And for that his life on a cross ended,
But through this seemingly defeat,
Everlasting life flowed into my veins.

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Just Write


Take a breath and release,
This everlasting infinite ride of a chance,
That glides though the isles of man,
Into the infinite abyss where he is sole,
In there take a peak,
And smile at thine own,
For I am born,
Not limited by this flesh of human stalk,
In which my dwelling dines,
But together with thine Eternal smile,
We wander and embrace,
All that this world of beauty,
Could ever in its majesty send,
In that one moment,
That graced my tender heart,
To this caressed and blissful sight,
I have arrived.

Just Rite (inspired by Gary McDonald’s "Time can forge our hatred"’.)


Lay Not Thine Hand On The Lad
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The shadows of yonder that befalls my blunder,
With no more a mask I wonder,
Has not this day descend to the brave under,
Where the thoughts no longer me plunder.

But of truth I behold that nothing renders,
That from within seeks not this wander,
From this that was,
To the bosom of thine own is.

And so in life’s oblivious moments,
This cradle of truth doth seek to be,
In that might of lightning slumber,
As thine eyes to me beseech such another,

For in life’s glide so gently that ride,
Where footprints have all but inhibit this slide,
I have dawned to break this impending pride,
That renders this soul to be at peace.

And so gently I ride…