To the Unversed Cynic

Oh, bitter soul who looks askance at love,
eschewing heartfelt passion others feel,
you seem to deem love something you’re above;
but, you’ve just yet to harbor love that’s real.

Your penance shall be paid, and paid in spades,
when one day you may come to understand
such power, which no man might e’er evade,
as rests within love’s unspoken command.

Then you, who would not bow to spare your soul,
shall bow because you have no other choice;
for love, once felt, shall wrest away control
and, at its whim, you’ll weep or you’ll rejoice.

beautiful little sparrow

Ah, hello, aren’t you a beautiful little sparrow?
Perched within the apple tree by my window,
Autumn, you ask, she’s run away with Winter,
She left naked branches for the cold to splinter,
Under the weight of the snow come and gone,
Such things like seasons, never last that long,
See, little sparrow perched on my apple tree,
Lovers like our dear Autumn, know only of leaves,
Of goodbyes on doorsteps and cracked records,
They don’t believe in harmonies, just discords,
For you, I suggest you seek out warm Summer,
She likes sweet fruits, and hammocks in slumber,
If not, may Spring contain what you fly so high for,
Grass fields in blossom are sceneries love adores.
So, beautiful little sparrow perched in my apple tree,
Although Autumn has left us, there is still reason to be.

misaligned or malicious?

melancholies maddening malaise
pushed backed the start of my miserable morning
my mind a manic mess
making my mundane existence exacerbating
misaligned stars or malicious deity
seemingly making mischief
of my emotional maladroitness

to my smitten soul

To my smitten soul
Captive to love
A blooming vision
A picture of distant lands and pitiful longing
Summer-clad and beautiful
Otherwise, that soul the vision withheld
It passing from life knowing its doom

prayer

Most High God above, Creator of heaven and earth, endowed with wisdom and wealth. For ages, you have lived as the Ancient One, ruling and dispensing justice in our fallen world and called us to be yours through the reconciling sacrifice of your begotten Son. How awesome you are Oh God.

You have seen the struggle of your devoted servants. Watching over them in their struggles; providing comfort, strength and all kinds of blessings Oh great provider. In Your Providence, your love spoke in the most beautiful tones. In your long-suffering, your servants learned mercy in your endless deeds extended to fallen man. Remembering that your creation was mere dust and that without your breadth in them, they would cease to be.
I’m amazed Oh Great Redeemer by you. I cry as I meditate on your amazing grace. You are indeed worthy of all praises. I say this day thank you mighty God for everything you have done for me and my loved ones.

I pray this day Oh ancient One beseeching you to grant us wisdom and favor to understand more your nature and marvel at your beauty. Help us put off our masks of folly, disgrace and sin and help us wear your spiritual eyes so that our spiritual sight is improved and we will be able to see deep into your awesome nature.
This way we will be able to walk into your presence and offer our thanksgiving unto You Heavenly Father and with purity walk in your garden of honor. Deliver us from troubles and heal our wounds. Mend our broken hearts and bind our wounds this great day Oh Lord!

Help us reach a place where we long for you and all that is of you Oh Lord. For your word says you satisfy those that thirst and hunger for you.
This, my prayer I offer unto you Oh Mighty God giving thanks to Jesus My Lord and Savior!
Amen!!

phases

He wears a large cream belt,
Nothing outstanding, everything outstanding
A white shirt, all about genuine superiority
A jerky hand straightening his red jersey
Screaming misplaced authority
Black shoes, a whitish grey tie and torn black socks
Something about orderly disorderliness

Scribbling something in a piece of paper lying on the ground
He finishes and hands it to the petite girl
Arms way from him, and with a familiar smile about his face
With delicacy, she picks it as though a hundred dollar bill
A blush barely noticeable, embarrassing its audience
I the witness to this contract of intimacy

On his confidence I wasn’t in doubt
On his love, I was in doubt,
On her love, I wasn’t in doubt
In the purity of it all, I was embarrassed to witness
Yet that’s the order of love and loss of innocence
In the quest for companionship
In fulfillment of our fated phases.

darling

To you the darling of my love,
Comrade of my joys
Comforter of my small grief’s
What joy to behold thy love;
The oil of gladness
Truth be told, mind made fool to
The steadfast tick of the heart
Peacefully beating nearer
Churning a rhythm
Fine-tuned to its owner alone
And her beloved