Corpus Christi, Texas
Beautiful in life, we live amidst the trees
Swaying with the winds, glowing in the hues
But a moment we balance
When in time we fall, it is not in finality
Caught in open arms or among the shores of creation
Carried away, a beautiful goodnight
To all those who have closed their eyes to this world
Who will truly see when they open them again
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I am asleep to the sounds of the world
All is mute
It begins
A noise in the quake
A love that will awaken me
Call my name, thus I lie
Paralyzed I need only you
Sing me forth from the depths of night
A volume that rings pure
You command my state
I will rise to your name
To the songs of our love
Captured, captivated, I forever yours
At it’s end
You lay me down to rest
A soundless world filled only with our songs
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via Daily Prompt: Volume
One Sunday Father preached
There is a veil over us, over all
We may deny this veil, but we know it well
It is a part of us in the form of ourselves
We feel it not as something separate
But rather inseparable
For each person it is different
But for all it does the same
Shades us from the true path that leads to God
He may walk ahead or behind
But our eyes will never know Him
How do we rid ourselves of this veil
When it binds both our hands, pulls us
Its hold over us is intoxicating
Drowning out all else until it is physically binding
We catch only glimpses of the sun
Only fragments of the wind
We wish to tear it off but can no longer find a hold
It is seeping into our soul
A binding skin, it has latched on
Identifying veil from skin becomes impossible
Our mind is clouded, but this is not who we are
We are not the veil
The strength it has is fed by us
If there is no acknowledgement
If we do not accept it, it will not be so
But what is true is our love for God
The truth is the Father
Follow your truth, and you will know Him
Walk beside Him, love Him
A love free and true
True and free of the veils of the world.
We are wild winged creatures
Diving the depths of the world
Thinking we cast shadows in our flight
Are we dragon or demon
In the end, we are doves pure and white
We question where the winds have carried us
What caverns deep our wings have swallowed
The darkness which descends, engulfs us
Are we dragon or demon
In the end, a spirit free and bright
Our wings longer with every pulse
We soar higher than mountains, than heavens
An armor of mind and body
We descend upon terrors, victorious
Are we dragon or demon
In the end, a creation strong and bare
Blending with the landscapes of land and oceans
We are painted, tinted by the colors of the world
Burning bright in the light, a beacon in the night
We have changed, we remain, we are…
Dragons, fire and night
Demons, pain and life
Doves, pure and white
Human, wrong and right
Inspired by a close friend.
We are burdened with our insecurities, with the choices we make thinking they define us. They do not define us, only change us. Yet, who is to say change is bad. We may not be who we once were, but we will always be who we were meant to be. We may have changed, but we remain, we are ourselves.
The strength of many
Begins with the strength of one
The laughter of a crowd begins with a story
A movement begins with a step
Let us hear your voice so we may rejoice
In your individuality
I saw you across the way
Bathed in light
A distant beauty
A wondrous knight
I saw you in my dreams
Glistening in the rain
A living passion
A saving reign
I saw you in my nightmares
Battling, soaring in flight
My silent obsession
A warrior in the night
I saw you across the way
Eyes catching mine
A beating heart
A walking sunshine and ray
You came my way
We may have expectations, a king in our dreams, a warrior in our nightmares.
If you gain my love you are the king of my heart, my warrior in life.
I expect nothing but you, the creator of my dreams, the defender of my nightmares.
Daily Prompt: Expectation
Pompeii, Italy
Calling to the first rays, walking the light
Wailing the sinking sun, crawling the night
An ever changing story teller
A lingering artist
Sustained by the moonlight, a days remnant knight
A companion, a deserter, a constant reminder
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Shadow
Amsterdam, Netherlands
In the stillness of life we find our peace. When we stop, listen, we hear the sounds of the world, the hidden laughter, the silent confessions, a lingering moment in time. Our savored solitude.
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitude
Flames licking at our feet
We jump into action
Whether into love or hates arms
We have been aroused from slumber into life’s embrace
Uncertainty
Fingers eagerly searching the years
Eyes devouring
I begin
A world foreign
Opened and unleashed
Days fade into dreams
My mind soars
Feet roaming blindly
Nights sweet call gives me life
Called to the folds of fantasies
I dive into the depths of devastation
Overwhelming, uncontrollable emotion
I am a wave, sweeping with destruction
Power, strength and beauty ripples my body
A stone in the calm
I am changed, mind overtaken, body shaken
Two worlds collide, threatening reality
Through the cracks they pull
Can I breath
Winds that carry life and death
Words that pain, push me further
Havoc lays waste in my mind
Water that threatens to overtake, spills out of my eyes
I am sinking into emotion
Into a world of survival
At the depths, the ground meets us
A rest overcomes, succumbing to the fires in our throats
The end near, we are still
Wonderfully devastated
We wake from madness, from fantasy
Released from the bindings
Closed and finished
I end
Have you ever read a book, a series, and fallen into its trap? Been utterly devoted, invested in the characters, slightly obsessed? Lived and died alongside your hero’s or heroines?
Me too.
