Relapse

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

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

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

Pepper The Horse

Pepper the horse lay in the meadow

Breeze whisping his mains

Taking up the sun he is happy gleaming in delight

Rolling and galloping

He takes off upon the meadow

Shadows falling in the sun

Air cool and breezy

Like cool summer nights

Happy as could be

He neighs for all to hear the joy he brings

Running with speed he raises his feet

Galloping with spirit

Racing throughout the high grasses

Doing time in beat with the breeze he feels

Pepper the horse is full of soul

Happy and ecstatic with no worry

Free of stress

Free as a bird in flight soaring high

Spelling freedom with every run

Pepper the horse lay in the meadow

With no worry born free