Sunrise to Sunset,
Not from food or drink,
Like a hunger pain
Is the cringe
That shoots heart to mind
And will pull my face
And will leave my heart
Though the night gives way -
Of a cigarette -
I am free to think
And wonder of you.
The crazy thing about Love
Is that it frees people,
away from themselves.
All of a sudden things
Don’t seem as rational
Like there is a part
of the soul that
but knows beyond
and decides. That
what it wants is not
what it had thought,
and laughing at its
“If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you won’t give up. If you give up you are not worthy. Truth is everyone is going to hurt you…you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for” Bob Marley
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For thus the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, has said,
’In repentance and rest you will be saved,
In quietness and trust is your strength,’
But you were not willing… - Isaiah 30
Honesty has opened my eyes
To the rotting of my flesh
Not by the way of nature, but
Of my own will, I am dying.
“Woe to the rebellious children,”
Says the Prophet, for I add sin
To sin uncontrollably, again,
By my will.
I see that all is dying
In one way or another
But my death is not in my
Appearance, But of my soul
As I cower from the plans I set
And hide behind implicit lies
So not to die so publically.
Run from Justice!
Hide from Mercy!
I have done such things
In naivety, but for now
I do not lie anymore
To myself, but stare straight at my soul,
Eye to eye, word to word, to see
Who will be the first to step down.
Though it seems a fight to the death
I am still here, fading in the truth
Of my knowledge, bleeding weakness
Through my teeth, as if I might
Actually be in the right
To stand before my soul and contest.
Most hide; I have for some time
From truth, but all forfeit or reach death
Repentance does not seem far
From my heart, however, I have yet
To move in any good. Even
In my snare, I watch with compassion
And see those dying attempt to live,
As they tell themselves myths
To preserve their peace.
I have awoken – my mind – in paralysis,
Eyes sowed shut and body laid waist.
I cannot see the fruit of my sin,
But remain alone with my knowledge –
This coffin, my dark friend –
And know that I rot from within,
Awaiting death or a savior
To escape my own will.
The Lord of hosts will prepare a lavish banquet for all peoples on this mountain;
A banquet of aged wine, choice pieces with marrow,
And refined, aged wine.
And on this mountain He will swallow up the covering which is over all peoples,
Even the veil which is stretched over all nations.
He will swallow up death for all time,
And the Lord God will wipe tears away from all faces,
And he will remove the reproach of His people from all the earth;
For the Lord has spoken. - Isaiah 25:6-8