Time, patience, dedication, heart, soul, honesty, depth, essence, feeling…conviction.
I love my brothers.
A gullible man to fairy tales,
He ran away and joined the circus,
Thinking he would ever find,
A ways away from space and time.
And when he did to his surprise,
He found an end to his demise,
A locust swarm of hidden lies,
Appeared and ravaged a past once worthless.
my heart thumped, I felt weak,
and fell to my knees, awe struck,
that I could preach autonomy,
how fragile I am, without God.
I fear to speak, to say my feelings,
for what they’ll do to spite me,
I cannot help what I am, a frail man,
seeking refuge, in my Lord.
on days like this, I understand,
what brings us men, nearer to Him,
that love between a boy and his mother,
that compassion towards another.
what is that barrier, keeping men,
from returning to their lawful creator,
but a case of anger, a cold arrogance,
a sickness without medicine.
The wonders of life lie in mysteries unearthed.
But only by true spirits, with hearts unfurled,
can they be found.
This place of heaven, this feeling of bliss,
If only it could last forever.
Maybe then, I would be still,
Caught with the world in a trance.
Like winter days, when we would dance,
In dark affairs, and sweet romance,
Between the trees, the sheets of man,
Nature, and spirit.
Your veil makes you that much more,
Attractive to my inner yearnings,
Oh how I wish that I could be,
Underneath that cotton surface
covering your head, tracing along your hair,
Down your arched spine.
I see you in my dreams,
Lying on the softness of my bed sheets,
Your olive skin against them,
Drowning in a pool of white feathers;
They fall from my pillowcases,
Into the nakedness between your thighs.
Oh how lovely it feels,
This emotion that comes like the wind,
Easy against my skin,
Like the breath of God.
T’is the sound of music rushing in,
Breathing life into my soul,
Like when your hand’s against my chin,
I must’ve been lifted from the ground, by this angel named ___.
Can’t you see my grin?
That smile upon my face,
What a win, what a win,
What a God, what a God,
And oh, to everything He is in:
When we dance, when we kiss,
When we yearn, when we miss,
Oh I’ve fallen upon a dazzling miracle,
Upon a calling that pulls me in,
T’is but physical, t’is no sin,
Dear Lord, this is prayer,
And I pray You hear my hymn.