Eyes to See

  figuring it out to see a person is to love that person eyes to see are eyes of love, acceptance, mercy, compassion, grace, joy, hope and faith.   eyes to see a person is to love that person, to be completely and irrevocably in love with the all-ness, fullness and redeemed brokenness of God's... Continue Reading →

hope hiding in broken castles

for Morgan & Cypress Hyacinth     Your voice is a shadowy collection of ripped promises, Tattered colors, and emptied echoing rooms Of yet another man who has fled your fierce affection-- Your father, your uncle, your nephew, your brother, your friend, That man, that man, and that man—you recount an endless String of faces... Continue Reading →

epidermis

Because I want to know what color you are Unpeeled Underneath the layers and layers of that epidermal organ beneath which you reside   to see the shade of purple in your veins the pulse of red in your arteries the exact trace of gold in your bone marrow, to see the sunburned subterranean of... Continue Reading →

words to love

I can twist, pull, bend and curve words to sculpt iridescent images and caramel planets; Rearrange syntax I can like collisions of phrases stanzas and rhymes spinning From jab-jab-cross-uppercut across the lips into the very fire of their eyes, Exposing the most hidden stories inside their hearts I can unfurl alphabets on my tongue, spin... Continue Reading →

unspecified floaters

[eagle drafts : one] sleeping eagle couched in your nest high upon the cliff you wait the dawn of a new day dreaming uncharted skies and how the breadth of galaxies would taste on your wings sleeping eagle couched in your nest high upon the cliff you awake   [something fiercer] And I am overcome... Continue Reading →

january 5, morning

[2nd draft] The sun stampedes its rays through your window blinds. It is daylight. You sink further into the mattress, surrounding yourself in the thick cover that lingers an evergreen scent in your nostrils. This is one of those mornings. One of those mornings after; one of those mornings after you battled another thunderstorm that... Continue Reading →

kingdom cuts of meat

You are a key Like a psalm of David Singing open Hidden doors locked For centuries: Hey, you Lovely Ones! The ones set apart Tempered in Fire into A Sweet Righteousness of Joy Awake, sing, dance, live, and burn Let your Delight in The King Overtake all fears and sorrows Let your Love for The... Continue Reading →

variations on dark & lovely

you see me sun scorched from hustling across city streets for a hot meal and clean laundry, pelted by an assault of winter winds that scald my skin a slab of raw bleeding meat; I wander alone a labyrinth of urban wilderness a camouflaged hideaway hiding galaxies behind carnal construction zones and manicured homes, slipping... Continue Reading →

dark & lovely

You see me Sun scorched from hustling across city streets for a hot meal and clean laundry, burned by a cold slap of winter winds that braise my skin a slab of raw bleeding meat, I wander alone a labyrinth of urban wilderness In this veil of hiding, dark and full of shadows I am,... Continue Reading →

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