I seethe through my teeth
With sweat born
From another day
At the gray outlook
I have had on my life,
That had once
Been full of strife
And unending willows
Of tall trees
That blew the breezes
Of yesterday's wind
Through a place
To where I can rescind
Now every dying wish
I once had.
I am a seeker.
I am a keeper and a taker.
I am a fortune-maker.
I know my name
And will not rise to fame
For what I want
Is to be by your side,
To ride out the waves
Through thick and thin,
Send that dazzling dust
Spinning to the ground
For I am found
In God
And my maker
Is going to shake up
This earthly row
I am having now,
For I am sound awake
And my joy
Is for the taking
For I am a giver,
A resuscitater,
A three-pronged singer
Of the truth
In His name.
Sing me a song
Of the longing
I have had for you,
For I am through and through
Of pure heart
As I set out to start
This new journey,
For in the end
We are all on the mend
From something
Or another.
Cover me with wishes
Of fantasies
Yet to come true
For dreams do
Take the cream of the crop
When you drop
Desire
And hang onto hope.
I am stoked to be here
In front of you
For I am made new
In my maker's image
And the scrimmage
That was held in my honour
Is now over,
A match no longer,
Not made in Heaven.
I am past seven years and more
Going strong
For I have longed for this life
Of utter bliss
Even if
I am in my Honeymoon phase
It does not phase me one bit.
Take a hit
Of this rum
That has played
Havoc on my life
And do not look back.
I've racked up years
Of patience
Waiting for this
Bliss
To hit me
Upside down
And around my head
To where I've said
I don't deserve this.
But I do.
You do.
You deserve this and more,
For on the shore
Of your patience
Lie rewards
You'd never have dreamed of.
I was once adrift
But now am back
To take slack from no one.
I am hung up to dry
As I try once more
To do
What I haven't necessarily
Thought through.
Courage is the main ingredient
In the quotient
For loving your fellow human.
Take love,
Take it all,
Don't expect small things
When you can dream big.
Dig yourself out of that hole,
Take all that I stole
From my therapist
And make yourself
A beautiful life worth living.
Beautiful Poem! If only Trump would read it & change. We can always hope even for the hopeless!