The world is strange. I have certain desires.


The world is strange. I have certain desires. Things are mapped out for me. I can’t ignore what I want. I must mold it. Create into it. I have my loves.

mercy


for the sake of that which we are incapable of attaining.

Patience


Trying not to lose it and trying to trust in God. When I do I am strong and everything is okay. When I don’t I am weak. I want to succeed. I want to be great. I want to be free from the shackles around me. When? I am waiting. I am being humble, but when?

boils in the depths


who knew freedom would be such a struggle

What is our purpose as human beings?


The only other purpose I can come up with other than pursuing our ideal happiness is to seek, understand, and institute justice — justice, being the keyword.

a few given words


I can’t help that I am who I am,

A writer, a poet, an artist, a baby,

a crier who cries,

sheds tears like lies,

oh what contradiction you are —

a giant surprise!

look in his eyes,

water will form,

smiles will swarm

and turn all those leaves like a storm,

for believe me he’s tough,

tough as his faith,

difficult as can be,

almost impenetrable —

it’s a blessing he fears the Lord.