Sadness
I think sadness likes me because
It's lonely
No one ever wants it,
They all wish for happiness
And it knows I do not like to exclude
It knows that I'm vulnerable
It knows I'm searching for a purpose
And convinces me that it's to be sad
So no one else ever has to be
It knows how much I wish for the happiness
Of others
So it takes me over and devours everything
One of the deadliest viruses I've ever faced
I'll never be immune to it,
I know of no permanent antidotes
I suppose I’ll have to suffer a while more
But it's better than
Others being sad
relentless servantry.
I want out.
I made it my charge,
My charge to search for the rest of this life
For my Purpose.
I cannot live for earthly things,
These things do not bring me joy,
But rather emptiness.
And a longing for something which I do not know the true origins,
Or the true name.
But I long nonetheless.
So I call it Jesus.
And I can feel the intense response of its longing for me.
I want out.
And the path is living its Purpose,
Not earthly things.
Just in case you're out there God, please show me my way.
Lost Orphan.
cheers bitches
Tonight I want to drink until my pen is wet.
Until the moments unfurl...float away into the mist of ink and fire.
Tonight I drink to remember and forget.
Tonight I drink to new loves and old flames.
Torn out clippings from newspapers long since yellowed and crushed.
Tonight I drink to the roads that rise up to meet us.
The thirst on a summer's day in a pasture twenty years back
To the white fences. To the field hands.
To the bitches in my past.
To cool autumn days and mint julips on the porch.
Tonight I drink to wet my pen
To pay tribute to those that inspire
Encourage and to those who dismantle a soul with a smile and a
Bless your heart.
Tonight I drink for you