Without Meaning
Locked away and
Re-taught to be an adult –
One week at a time
A slow ease into being ‘healthy’.
Normal is a far hike
For one of our kind
Average is a step that
Looks like a leap
That lands you
Over a cliff. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. IV”
Single minded devotion,
Don’t question, just focus,
All your everything on,
Something that may not exist.
Blind faith is bliss,
How dare I doubt this? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #149 – Faith”
I don’t want to turn to you,
Bent on bruised knees,
Hands bound in prayer,
Pushed by a scare,
For wisdom you can’t provide
As I hide behind the wrong questions,
Cryptic statements, and acceptable lies. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #67 – Answers”
The dead come alive in
Her prophetic dreams.
We don’t know if he’ll survive or
Who’s to decide, the meaning
Of things like these. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #71 – Supernatural”
Tears fall. Saddest I’ve ever seen.
Worry and concern and genuine care.
Wasted prayer
And wasted potential. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #65 – Wasted”
Faithful Remnants
Crucifixes littering the walls,
Affixed to each door in the hall, Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Hoarding”
171. Ignorance Fallen from grace, Lost faith, Unforgiveable ignorance, And inconvenient knowledge. I can no longer think of either of us, The same as when you had my trust, as when I had my respect. At times, I only wish to eject, You wholly from my life. Go back to before, to focus only on the holy, to before, when God was who I prayed to, who I expected to: Save a wretch like me. who I always wanted: To believe. But you, like Him, seem present only on a whim. I'm through with absent heroes and, Misplaced worship of what's on the surface. I miss when the words I heard from you Carried more than just their own weight. I can no longer stay up late to debate Your strength and my weakness. I can't forgive all you don't know. Because when I needed to confess Was an inconvenience. My life may be a mess. But I no longer want either of your help To clean it up. Fallen from grace, Lost faith, Unforgiveable ignorance, And inconvenient knowledge.
The Summer Sway
I have faith in the way the wind blows
Softly steering us in the right direction –
Kind caresses nudging where to go. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Faith”
Crucifix nailed above the door frame:
Judging from on high, up high, Continue reading “Misplaced Missive # 89: Cross”
He started off early; nursed at the bottle soon after leaving his mother’s breast. It was his daily routine, his beverage of choice with every meal, (especially when that meal was sorrow), and the significant other in his longest relationship to date. He knew booze better than his own parents – Daddy left for work and never returned, and Mommy burned herself out and away, soul and body, trying to provide for him, her little son. Her shining sun, the only man she’d ever trust again and the only one who counts. She never counted all the glasses, all the cans, all the caps, all the bottles. Continue reading “Prose – Athlete, Temple, Bottle – JG”
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