Buried

I long to be one you spill poetry about the same way I can’t stop bleeding words for you.

Psalm 6

On our knees crying out with phrenic voices for reprieve from discipline and furlough from anger hoping to move the heart of such an omnipotent influencer and praying to manipulate circumstance to turn our enemies away.

Grace

I never stop to think about how each bolt has to touch down somewhere.

Enervated

To put it simply; I’m tired.

Paltry

as we look and see The Craftsman standing back from the bench and watching

Tilt

This is the war. This is why we must stay vigilant.

Interim

beauty continues to allow darkness a foothold so all that is righteous can repeatedly win

Dispute

Know the darkness. Don’t embrace it.

Repudiate

Gray walls, pristine furnishings and rules printed on paper stapled across the ceiling infest the confines of room 3-15-14-20-19-15-12.

Relativity

Seemingly powerless to save even faint inklings of all we hold dear / Undeniably empowered to save every strong vestige of all we hold dear