Pen in hand
Thoughts nonstop
Canvas upon the easel
Just like he began
Back to the drawing board once again
Not a letter unturned
Not a picture missed
This was where he began as a child in this place
Back at the drawing board of that which he loves
A dreamers dream
A creators story
Back to the drawing board once again
Still snuggly holding
Pen in hand ✍️
Category: Poetry
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In a world lost in yelling voices
He breaks with not one sound
Family in panic of where his focus is
Knowing he’s on the brink of edge
Panicked and concerned they search for answers
As fire in his veins is what he seeks
Standing in silence he begins the take
Family questioning family fearing the worst
As thoughts far from those that he might hurt
His demons taking control
Not thought of consequence but a split second no questions asked
Time running low
As the fire in the veins begins to flow through
Up against the clock he waits as he’s now reminded of his fate
Only God can save him now
Loved ones hurt
Panics breaking way
For this was the day they’ve always feared
Staying strong they focus on his safe return
Reminding him the voice he needs to hear most and speak with most is the voice of God himself
As the dizziness takes hold and fear sets on he realizes what’s been done
Guilt begins and he feels he’s failed those he loves and God as well
Strength faltering
As he knows he’s messed up
Family knowing all they can do is always love and support him praying and staying in contact in their higher power to help him through
Fire on the veins controlling him with voices in his head holding tight to him alone for his demons are too strong
For fire on the veins he can not refuse
Suffering in silence in mental disanguish within his mind voices screaming to claim his life control by the demons he fights inside substances his only recent guide
Though he knew listening to the demons would cost him his life
Turning to God his only life line his family reached out on prayer as they should
But still back sliding he runs away from God all he could think and see was failure inside so he chose to run and hide
Alone in the dark of no line for acceptance within he’s to blame
God his only option to accept what he can to regaining peace of mind and freedoms again
Fear in the face of darkness no one can tell
His own demons the reason he fell

The Uprising
His body shaking with fear
His vibes rubbing off on the floor
His eyes open in all visions he sees
Time being held accountable
Faith drawing stronger
Fear grabbing hold
Flag still standing for freedom
They can’t take that away
But living life in twenty twenty one
Is fear struck most and many days
God has won all wars
Satan’s battle’s still going strong
Fear in everyday
Chasing everyone away
COVID outside
Streets so unclear
Trust quivers leaving questions in the air
Hugs forbidden
Hate on the rise
Love a forgotten word
Evil surrounds all ally’s
God confronting in his needs
Trials and tests laying before our hands shed in blood and dirt we’ve made on our own
Life in fear and hate is the new day in age
The look of death saying OMG I gotta get out of here
Amidst Summers Night Dreams
Like a whisper in the fields
Like a meadow in the land
Gentle breeze blowing subtle in the air
Misty rain showers shallow in the fields
Where the rain falls softly upon the medow as little frogs begin to sing ther song into a long summers night dream
Swallows flocking near and far to hear the song of earth sing
Hummingbird full of beauty suckling the sugar plum
Amidst summers night dreams
Into Her Eyes
Embraced in one
Arm in arm
Body to hip
Entangled in essence
He looks into her eyes
Fingers running through her hair
Eye to eye passion flows
Like rain falling upon a rose
This is ecstasy revealed
Embrace of love
A gentle smile raising her brow
His breath breathing shallow over her face in excitement of her beauty
Her arm hinged around his neck
His hand against her soft skin
Elegance over flowing over her body
Eye in eye they gaze
Shutters of passion
Revealing intimacy
Making passion flow
A Pators Page-The Poem
He sat in silence
Like a sheep with the flock
The shepherds watching over the fields
He mmmmm
Like a child in misunderstanding
Ashamed and broken
Wondering and waiting for understanding
Not feeling good enough or big enough
Till he heard a loud voice say
You are the voice of the world
Go!
Share my words
He knowingly couldn’t ignore his masters voice
He slowly moved on to a secluded area
Fell to his knees and began to cry
Loud prayer being raised
Knowing he had to go on
Writing in dedication his feelings out to God
You see
Even pastors cry to
Tears soaking the delicate flimsy paper
He wrote his words
Writing al his emotions
Forming this pastors page
With dedication and soul
To this pastors page
Silence of a blank canvas
Now overflowing in black n white words begging to be heard
His silence gently shouting out and jumping off the page for God to hear
The pastors page
The beginnings of a strong foundation
A strong template
The voice of a pastors page
Pastor’s Page
Tinsel Town
It’s that time of year once more
Tinsel hanging in the street
Wreaths hanging near and far
Pine needles all around
Where Children once believed
Now It’s that time of year again
Wreaths hanging in the streets
Tinsel hanging near and far
Snow falling on the ground
Parents rushing all around
looking for that last minute gift to be found.
Fires crackling in fireplaces all around town
The smell of homemade cookies fills the air
While children filled with excitement hurry off to bed
Hope filled wishes filling their heads
As they peer out their windows at the luminaries lining each road through town
Flickering outside each child’s window
Fresh snow falling on the window panes
Gusts of frost filled brisk breeze fill the air throughout each little town
Nativity
Nativity
Nativity
— Read on lifewaterministries.wordpress.com/2020/12/21/nativity/
Priceless Love
His eyes breathtaking
His smile sexy as all
His voice silent spoken in soul
His body super sexy
A man very dreamy
In silence yet aloud
telling me positives and complimenting me
Telling me how beautiful I am
upholding my spirit
A miracle of all miracles
Unspoken thoughts
Inside he truly hides
Voiceless
Spiritual
Loving
I want to kiss this man beneath the mistletoe
Time stands still
Gifts given
A hero
A miracle
This man I truly love
And inner soul sings a dream
While a dream catcher collects the negativity
For this is priceless love