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I can’t promise safe.


Oh heart of fire…

you have the Midas touch…

everything you touch burns

and all is felt so much…

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Oh love, how it burns…

and passion how it spreads.

I wish it wasn’t time that made you learn,

that passion isn’t always best…

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Oh heart of fire,

don’t overwhelm the other lights…

let the stars, the sun, the moon,

and fireflies all have their lime light…

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Oh heart of fire,

don’t look for the fastest flame,

look for a steady wax, a wick to catch,

and a burn that can be sustained.

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Oh heart of fire,

the world bleeds and begs for you,

but inside, doesn’t it scar, doesn’t it hurt,

doesn’t it feel like you’re just being used?

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I’ll protect my own fire…

keep the wind away from my heart.

let it be tamed, let it be real,

but don’t try to force or control the spark.

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And little heart of fire…

I refuse to hide you away.

I beg you please, keep aglow, keep warm,

and I’ll keep you alive, but I can’t promise safe.

 

 

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Posted by on March 19, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

To reach… and reach again


A baby’s hand reaching out to be held…

A child reaching to catch fireflies.

A couple whom keep reaching to hold hands,

A poet reaching for the right words to write…

 

There is something beautiful about reaching,

Reaching beyond that which we have always known…

Whether reaching for a dream, a heart, a loved one, or passion,

Those whom are willing to reach are never alone.

 

So reach for the forgiveness within your heart

reach for the strength beyond that of any man

reach for the peace to love and risk broken trust,

reach beyond the depths, reach and reach again…

 

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Forbidden Fire


Forbidden…

 

To touch the light, or touch the dark

Fate’s spindle is waiting luring the restless with a spark.

To prick a finger, only a drop of blood,

to unleash 100 years of drought and flood…

 

Patience, patience; time holds every key…

And there are worse curses than years of sleep.

You can gather every spinning wheel in the land,

and burn them away, but you have to understand

 

that no sword can cut through enchanted thorns

and that time shall have its way with men, love, and wars.

So don’t forbid the light, or forbid the dark,

For we stretch our hands to forbidden spindles and forbidden hearts…

 
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Posted by on March 4, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

uncertainty of sanity


I don’t want to sleep tonight…

My eyes are begging me to give them a break.

I don’t know what I am afraid of facing,

besides all the thoughts and doubts that I create.

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Dreams aren’t the enemy, and neither is the poetry,

it’s that laying awake in between that comes to haunt me.

When the worst case scenarios gain momentum in the dark,

and all those things I pretend I don’t care about begin to spark…

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When I am just alone enough to face all the deeds I’ve done,

and argue with my conscious to justify how many times I’ve run…

When pride and humility battle, and hope and fear flirt and dance,

When memories shape shift and I talk myself out of romance…

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I think what I’m afraid of is that I will judge myself as guilty,

or lose internal funding for the shrine I’ve built to myself…

I think what I’m afraid of is growing arrogant or indulge my vanity,

and i can think and argue, but even worse, is the thought of losing my sanity…

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I’m not sure if I fear my future, or if i fear my past is not as I recall….

I’m not sure if I am confident, or obsessed with my own fall…

I’m not sure if I am able to love like they say, or figure it all out with time,

and all these uncertainties will be self-fulfilling prophesies, as I slowly lose my mind…

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 1, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

what remains


My soul is depleted of its childlike faith.

its been vomited out by poisonous relationships,

its been worked off in sweaty sprints,

and then poured out in tearful fits.

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My rose colored glasses have been scratched,

and bleached by the sun’s burn.

my wide eyed wonder was answered

by those who looked down on all for which I yearned…

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Sooner or later, these things happen.

Sooner or later, you’re too tired to chase after love,

sooner or later it doesn’t really matter,

because you grow content with what life has become.

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But..

What remains of the hope is solid grit,

What remains of the faith is the golden core,

what remains of the wonder is education,

and what remains of love’s quest? only God can answer for.

 

 
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Posted by on March 1, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Lines and kinks


Don’t iron out all my kinks,

they’re part of who I want to be…

It’s exhausting to be constantly compared

to photo-shopped magazines…

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Ask any girl, it’s a tougher world

than people give us credit for daily facing…

in the middle of the night, I find my mother

in the living room, just pacing….

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don’t hi-light every hair,

so that the depths sink into the past…

don’t build my sister’s confidence on her

pretty lined lips, that won’t last…

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Ask any woman trying to make it alone,

 

the hardest thing to face is the mirror at night.

with my eyes sunken in, and slowly fading skin.

it’s a battle to love every finely etched line…

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I want to go deeper than you’re sight.

i want to reach farther than that show on tv,

i want to harness what the world has to offer,

and ride it into a confident peace.

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I want to bring laughter and knowledge

I want inspire creativity and fearless dreams,

I want to be the shoulder to cry and place to lean,

but more than anything else, I want to love me.

 

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Sanctuary


Go ahead, quiet soul… whisper your secret
I shall cross my heart & promise to keep it
All I ask is that you stay honest & stay true…
and in return, i shall keep & protect you…

For in this world, it’s such a stormy place
so many winds blowing so many different ways,
but i have quieted a place for you & you alone…
in my heart’s chambers I shall build for you a throne…

And you may rule my thoughts during the day
and build my dreams as I sleep the night away,
oh hope, oh desires, oh secret plan I hold within
For some it’s just a fantasy, but for me, it’s genuine…

 

 

 
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Posted by on February 23, 2016 in Uncategorized