Hello Finding the heart of a child troubled and hurting, I return to you. Fearful she’s broken, God made, that way, she cries. My love cherishing her loving moments heartbroken by a child’s anguish. Anger, frustration bursting from her lips, still inside a child’s heart beating on this trip. I thank you Not knowing the […]Read more "Hello, finding the heart f a child"
The Nam toes rotting from them muck in which they’re stuck. dampness fills every pocket of these greens. mean i grow as this war callously flows. watching children taking lives as mothers cry with lonely wives. 18th year of life and i’m with brothers in another’s strife. a world away from home fighting a war […]Read more "Lt. John Edward Manning- Remembered"
Hello With a willing heart, seeking seeking others needs, I return to you. Sometime between dusk and dawn, dreams rumble through my slumber is seems. Ravaging peace, like a spring storm, they reap the hope from my sleep. Bent on recovering nights without fears hovering, I seek your will not mine. I thank you. Unfounded […]Read more "Hello, with a willing heart, seeking"
Heaving hurt over their heads. Standing, running, the morning we dread. Bent on burning, fighting we renew. Bent on burning, pillaging we do. Heaving hurt over their heads. Standing, running, the morning we dread. Burning, belittling, beating we return. Burning, brawling defeat we’ll earn. Heaving hurt over their heads. Standing, running, the morning we dread. […]Read more "Heaving hurt"
Burning. Burning fears rights. Burning others liberties in the night. Burning desires to right wrongs. Burning fears that years carry on. Burning neighbors homes and more. Burning your own now your poor. Burning wealth of memories shared. Burning anxieties of a people who dared. Burning loves last embers with strife. Burning a city in useless […]Read more "Burning"
not here. not now. not ever. not words of success. not much more than hopeless thoughts. not what we want to hear. not someone you would hold dear. not that you should give up. not a time to walk away. not unless you want an obit to read. not the way to handle this need. […]Read more "Not here. "
Humbled, from these knees I call. Call on your glory to remove these trials. Where flesh is a bartering tool, fears charge is doubled. Evil fills the hearts in this land. Yet, not your face can we see. There, the rock of eternities birth remains. Silent to these inquiries we’ve made. Still this anger before […]Read more "Humbled, from these knees I call"