The gun started cocking. I could hear the bullet Falling into place. I didn’t even cry Staring at the sky. I knew the sound When he was breaking boards; His angelic face. I smiled with the release of the trigger Thinking of him; The only thing I knew in death Was that it was love.
Holding crosses with blood stains; I knew the yelling and was trying to drown it out- Focused on the sky in the background. I just tried to focus on something beautiful- The gun was held to the right side. I didn’t even close my eyes- Just ready to face death. His hand was on theContinue reading “Blood Stains”
It has been said that chivalry is dead. Romance is for the hopeless- Some just felt impressions that felt like soul ties In transparencies of what our desires lead to When asking if crossing lines are worth the price- Like Helen watching the destruction. No stopping what would unfold In the quest for finding a connection-Continue reading “Helen Watching”
Stumbling head over heels in love with him. I didn’t know how to tell him and I got so shy. He was a stranger to me but he felt like an old friend. Someone I loved before I ever knew. I found myself often getting lost With the ideal- the person in my head. TheContinue reading “Stranger Ideas”
What if Jesus was a woman? Brown long hair and heart of justice. Do you think they would follow- Gather to share bread and fish? Hear the words speaking logic- Like when he said love your neighbor. Do you think they would crucify her- Like the mentally ill, the sick, the old, the colored- ForContinue reading “Dangerous Road”