To Write

To write
Is a dream
Slowly slipping
From my finger tips,
I scream and claw
Trying to hold on
But, it escapes me.
To write
Is a sad romance
Falling apart
In the black of the night,
Unseen trauma playing out
Before my eyes.
To write
Is the sun
Descending out of site
Abandoning me
To the cold.  

I sit
And stare,
The sky is high
And deeply blue.
The sun
Compliments the hue,
Vastly in love and
Vibrantly alive--
Steal my breath today.  
 

Naught but regret
Have I now seen that
You are the queen
Of lies and deceit. 

These Breezes (Haiku)

These breezes of Spring
Carry naught but you--my heart's
Loss, at my heart's cost.   

We are the Ones

We are the chosen ones
In a land of lies and lost identities
Where everyone thinks themselves God
And no one, not one thinks themselves not--
We are the ones who are depended upon
By our creator to save one another
And there simply isn't room for our desire--
We are the ones plagued by our lusts
But destined by salvation for victory
We are the perfect saints running an imperfect race
And we are the ones who will fight our flesh
Until our day of death--
We are the loved ones
But can we hate ourselves with such an intensity--
We are the ones who do not comprehend
The passion that carried Christ to the cross--
We are the chosen ones
By God to accept His love
And we are the ones who the day we forget it
No longer are truly living it.