Bring rain, love, and lice.
I'd never imagined such a night,
where our hands were colder
than satan's omnious ice.

Bring sour, sweat, and tears.
Tear apart my fear, and
lay it down.
At my bare feet, and sing to me.

Angels bring, yet not to me.
The longest of limbs from
God's forgiving tree, and
extend only to faithful eyes.

Leaves so lovely, Leaves
relinquish an arid seed's
destiny. Leaves of all autumn's
Glory, fall the fall, and cry in sly

Fashion, I've no measure for my
passion. Bring colors!!!! Yes, those
colors of our youth, God is beyond
fathom. Forlorn in thanksgiving,
I am the epitome of contentment.

All grown from your hands Father,
I am your spring and root to the
dire being of lights around from
the celestial sights of bright lights
that I cannot even begin to describe.

Where'd the dense arsenal flee?
Am I no poet of articulate intensity?
No the child of the sickest man can
see these words like the sores on
their oppressors tongue.

Bring scope to the hopeless, Father.
Of a gift of eternity in streams of
the softest tide and stride as we
swim. Moving waters so gentle.
I am lost in fericous entities
of blessed seas of salvation.

Love, your perpetual gift.
Love among lovers, love not
felt, not requited, not seen.
Love from the sky, where you
dwell, love when all is well,
love when all I can identify
is my hell.

Life, surrounded by the lies
of the dark, sifts for granted.
Taken by me, You too? I
have no mingling clue. Bring
me reason, yet no remiss.
From my brothers, sisters
around me as they breathe.

The air spoke from thy mouth,
as the tamest of breeds,
we are akin to prudence and
self-reliance. Yet incapable
of the slightest touch of exorable
rejoice and righteous trust.

I do, I do, choose you!
Angels descend. I hope to
my home. I want to grow
hands longer than Zeus's
fabrication to the useless.

I want to grow wings!
Like eagles I'll soar, only
beginning to breach. A kingdom
so astonishing and unending.
I, me. I'm not used to such
reflection on a place that
only my mind can see.

Hearts too can dream!
I should be asleep honestly.
But your call is above all rest,
and needs begging to be pleased.
So I can write to yours faithfully.

My Father above me. Bigger than
mountains of relentless length. Waves
of astounding power and reach. Dreams
of pure blue hearts that keep the ones
who cannot stop believing, in something
that cannot be seen in this being.

This Earth, round and round me.
We analyze, chastise and destroy.
Tearing down, let's dismantle a
house broken from the inside out.
Shave your savings, what's the meaning
behind stability, sex, security?

Words we can understand!
Swiggles, that's a good word.
To define, lines that make dimes.
Exchange hands and lies that are
bought, sold, and unfolded..
To eyes of yours, mine, and of
course his, the divine.

Vines can't sleep! Nor die?
Surely, they do. Been growing
since this rebellion took life,
against oblivion and strife
I am rhyming while death
and vile villans overthrow,
prevail, and survive

What's this life? Well that's no
question. That's a pathway, my
only answer to ambiguities
beyond comprehension.

I am no man, never will be.
I'm a child, under the hands
of the brighest stars of thee.

My Shepard, My Utility.
My Savoir, My Sanctuary.

I honestly, don't understand forgiving

Me.