Some poetry, some prose, and some photos. Some of these pictures were taken more than a year ago, but still had hold the same meaning. Everything presented here is meant to tell a story. Read/look and enjoy.
My God and my pen
Penetrate depths of life that
Exhausted, losses become less impactful.
Fighting through figuring out, letting go, and stripping everything to hand to God.
Not taking back out of hands that hold universe, planets, souls in palm.
Merge under dawn with tinted skies pointing down into the sunroof. Sobriety of poems
Make freedom seem only a median away, His skies sprinkle light lifeboats in the middle of all.
Outside this planet souls reach out like projectiles piercing night air, every body an innocent target.Tears break through masks leaving us naked exposed to life.
Faith in suns and many moons,
many tides hold us over with
optimism merging into day break.
Given up to emotions, we labor over what we covet then contort feeble frames to fit a comfortable paradox.
The devils a liar, I feel him breathing
Never stopping ,no matter the seasons.
No rest on earth, no faith in clouds
No break for sleep we’re wanderers in the wild.
Set up as prey, pride in falling
The shadows feel heavier, eternity is calling.
In peace, in turmoil
Under heat removed from home and
Sifted still we rise.