Uncalled for

Upon the winged seat of life,
there lies a wrathful bird.
It caws its way into its lies,
unknown by all who've heard.

A quiet start with thoughts of justice,
annoyance, pain, unmeted words.
It flies in circles and never stops.
Never full; forever stirred.

It calls it's lust as filthy need,
Uncaring words its filthy steeds.

One left to - desperate - justify.
One left with quiet, wat'ring eyes.

Overcome

Dance in the night

Fire in the skies and in your blood

Your heart and your soul

Your feet in the mud

You’ve seen the devil

I know where he comes from

You’ve felt his claws,

Sniffed the breath from his lungs

Life is new for all who find it here

I know it’s a lot to ask

Green of the trees, let the sky set your eyes on fire,

I can tell you it will last

Dance in the night

Fire in the skies and in your blood

Your heart and your soul

Your feet in the mud

You’ve seen the devil

Though You don’t know his name

I’ve felt the lash

With which shares his pain

I’ve seen the devil

I know what he does

I’ve felt the fear

I’ve smelled the lust.

Life is new for all who find it here

I know it’s a lot to ask

Green of the trees, let the sky set your eyes on fire,

I can tell you it will last

Dance with me here

The skies are lit above us

I see your eyes

And the fear they have because of

Doors always closed

Hard hands and splintered feelings

Let the skies set your eyes on fire

Dance in the night

Fire in the skies and in your blood

Your heart and your soul

Your feet in the mud

The stars are pierced and blazing

Sacred hearts on fire with love

Dance here tonight

With our feet in the mud.

Till the Garden

Black Ravens lie all-round today
with feathers pulled and wings astray,
their eyes are blank and empty laid
and where they are they will remain
For today is a glorious Thursday.

As homes do change, so does my heart,
Discipline grows as freedom starts,
and I beg for the grace of a happy face
As I meet new people in a brand new place.

I move into Steubenville today.

I'm Back

My snarling sins are

back again

and venial guilt growls

and stills,

breaking down my hopes and smiles.

So hard to forgive my dirty self. But

I can do all things in His name.

Michael is my guard.

Do you love yourself enough
to forgive self-love?