I wish not
Beg for your time or attention
Never been good at kissing asses
Watching you moon me often
Im in the drivers seat
A car behind you in silence
Switching lanes holding my breath
Avoiding the mess of collision
And unions.... you pumped
Your breaks
Early....

Swearving fast
I paid my toll to cross your bridge
It seems your low on gas
Signal to the right
Exit to the left
And beyonce sung you the rest

This journey between us is greeting death But my destination Isnt retreating yet

Hear me

I may not speak to you outloud
My voice is numb
And my breath small
Provoke my privilege to speak
Hear me
In my poems

That I may be baptized again
By margins and sattle stiched seams
A pen on white paper
I snort the blue lines
Inbetween
By a key pad
Blog page
And thoughts of my own
In the darkness of my heart
I sat by your thrown

I've brought you to earth
To hear our conversation
Yelled at you and questioned my suffering
Knowing you can deliver me from anything
I just ask that you hear me.

I close my eyes and we sit face to face
And when I'm enough christian you brought me out of that place to show me I'm beautiful despite a rose from concrete. You showed the panties of a coward through rhymes and prose and we passed that bridge when we got there.

Still waters
I've fit them and worn them well
Like holes that grow odor
Horrific to smell
But you can still hear me
I choose not to speak
Linger idlely between satin sheets
On a sunday Bethany baptist wont see me
My steps are fractured
My words like hazards
Metaphorical blasphemy
Did I speak?

Its just a simple poem....
I know you can hear me

Last one

It was the story of a champion
You lose some you win some
But where's the glory in a double edged sword
When you lose the respect of all you worked hard to raise forward.

She glorified you
Raised your name to the clouds
That parted silver linings on her crown daily
She prayed for your welfare
And worked for your pleasure
That her labour may bring to pass
Least both you suffer.

You were her super hero
And the tear in her eyes
That she was told you'd be the last one to tell a lie.
She glorified you
Raised your name to the clouds
That parted silver linings on her crown daily.
You shared blood and broke bread
Raised fist upon her head
But there was only love and frustration
Dedicated to the aggrevation
That with her labour,
Least both you suffer.

You were the last one to touch her
Count not she prayed her mother
That her flesh and blood
Be so eager
To fulfil a well within her
Hallow by sin.
You were the last one
To touch her again..

If I could talk to God face to face
I'd thank him for every tear that I cried
A hug for every laugh I've gained
And thank him for the peace his name brings

I would listen to his word closely with my heart
And sit at his feet
Thanking him for unconditionally loving me
The snacks I've snuck from the tree of life,
I would thank him for prolonging my insight
That my father may let me down
Prince may throw stone
But his love lies gracefully by the margin of my poem
Silent footsteps that delivered me through grace
I would freeze the moment we could speak face to face

Truth inside

The truth inside
If I showed what must be hide
If I confess
The mess within me
That I choose to not fall intimately

Keep you at a distance three paces back
That I may not be harmed from malicious attacks
Truth inside...
Dwells a lullaby
Searching for a secret place to hide.

And all I've ever wanted was to be accepted
Unconditionally loved and respected
That consistency even when times are hectic
That I can one day say I do
Instead of saying I won't

Because I dont see him yet
And in fear I'll regret saying too much
Being too blunt
That he might simply loose traditional interest in his haunt

So I graze in the sunshine by myself
So we dont have to throw up grassblades from the truth inside