SMASHED SAINT

Category: the word became fresh

  • More Zoe Everyday

    On the TV screen Inside Pho America Words flash… RESTORING THE AMERICAN DREAM: HOW TO INNOVATE And just like that, His Warm Whispers… I’m alive, I’m alive. Let’s dream, you and I. You’re alive, you’re alive, C’mon baby follow me, Let’s create, you and I.

  • Being In Love

    This longing might kill me… The sweetest kind of death

  • love for lunatics

    i want to collect all the broken pieces, and all the good parts, too, all the sweet hearts that pass my way, to gather them all up in my arms and hold them close until they know how much i adore their beauty and mess without any weirdness to kiss the bloody beating things, excise…

  • The Sun of Righteousness

    And then the rays of Opening Light Shoot out over mountain tops To a symphony of colors and choirs In ten-dimensional Hallelujahs And tesseract-ed Major7 chords; I am gloriously suspended in the Freshest Dawn I’ve ever known, And I can’t wait, Father, I can’t wait To see what You’ll do this Today

  • Freshness

    the Word became Flesh and the world became fresh (in lesser moments of greatness it’s easy to forget) my woes became blessed

  • Bones and DNA, pt. 1

    I hold my breath to have you so near Don’t want to lose this moment It’s like holding sapphire inside my lungs Then I remember you are always here Always near, even if I let out this Breath, you are closer clear closer So I breathe you in, I breathe you out And all around…

  • Revolution Is

    i want to believe. to know like i know my name and fist that it’s possible to change. to change the structure, the culture, the apparatus, the skeleton, the bones, the systems, the processes, the highways that get us from here to there, that invisibly determine this or that and make one rise and the…

  • the reason why i do the things i do

    you’ve carved my heart with love engraved your fingerprints onto my breath soaked your sweetness into my skin; and every movement, every thought is captivated you exude everything i am and do together let’s discover all the ways the world can grab your beauty, your truth, your words; the reality of your fiery eyes can…

  • falling in love

      falling in love is not just for lovers of the honeymoon kind, the high school sweethearts or courting kings and queens kind–   but we can fall into love with all of us: the way five crowd a sidewalk street on a sunny day, or sit in an unworthy cafe just to bask in…

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes I’m loud Sometimes I’m quiet Sometimes I’m the night A laughing disco ball spinning With glittering funk soul sistahs Sometimes I’m the dawn An expansive flight of light Sweetly soaking the tired night