The Invisible Desires of the Heart

There are wounds that have no start

they just appear in the heart

oh the origin is known

but how they've grown

as time has torn that genesis apart

you plead in silence

you bleed remorse

you pray for guidance

you dismay at the source

like an ill fated dream

you scream

"SEE ME! I AM HERE!"

But in the conscious it seems

you're torn at the seams

your existence is less clear

Nothing will change

it is said

if all that hangs

in the balance

is still just a battle in your head

Oh woe is me

What an anxious plight

when only in your dreams

do you have the courage to fight

Life is short

This I know

I have now to report

Lord help me let go.

For that one I love(d) so dearly

is now just someone that I used to know.

-->

Old Soul

I have an old soul

that trickles down from generation to generation

inserting truth where there was elation

contemplating it's designation

siphoning all motivation

exherting itself into all creation

I am not mine

to think that time

hath made me wise

you'd be a fool

an ode to despise

I am of His will

what that may be is unknown still

but whilst I have some time to kill

I might as well try to payback the till

but how?

I alone am weary

downtrodden by this world

the battles are drawing near me

a frenzy within me uncurled

the wind doth blow

these yearnings in my soul

for all desires I would not Go

awaiting your promise to unfold

Oh Lord

this fingerpainting stirs within

this timely story has yet to begin

be it me a contribution

to that woeful song of all creation

Time will tell

that rebel yell

in my lungs doth swell

Oh Misery

you ghastly brute

Oh Anxiety

you present terror

Oh Symphony

of love of truth

oh almighty

break down the barrier

Oh Lethargy

my Ever present friend

oh treachery

meet your end.

Wild Child

You entered the world a wild child
born of the land and sea
no tales of woe, no dreams defiled
just a raw desire to be known and seen

SO honest is reality
that erodes us at the seam
what we once were
and the messy journey
to every broken dream

we were born of this world
children of whimsy
unfiltered, unapologetic, unscathed we are hurled
our sense of identity riddled with flimsy
our sense of self waivering; unfurled


 We are then altered of our first great deception
evolved from our skewed perception
into a product
of our own creation.

Where is it that we navigate
that robs us of our joy?
The truths we knew all dissipate
Modern innocence; a story

so nairve our qualms so few
so much bliss in all we knew
and yet it wasn't so long ago somehow
if only we could go back with what we know now

and what if our worlds doth collide
all that we desire just strewn aside
oh hearts beat fast
oh souls doth glow
for love is everlasting
we are able to grow

Journey back where it all begins
when the spirit first flowed within
to the conception
of our origin
and the untainted;
the without sin

seek the answers where you need them most
in that spirit child;
in that creative Ghost
for we are they
and they are us

so infantile
so meek
so mild

.....so thirsty for a love to trust

we the wild children
were born
 of the land and sea
lest not be scorned
 thou shalt not be forlorn
oh..

 to be or not to be?

Blessed dear one
thou art untamed as the ocean;
grave and deep as honored as the sun
an original product of a reckless notion;

FREE. for He Has Won.