perfect.

Who heard?

A cry breaks forth,
pathway linearly upward,
inward-out.
From heart to mouth
soul must speak.
Wounded cry rumbles out,
sound breaks forth---
scattering the silence.
Like a flock of pigeons disturbed by fleeing feet
and waving hands.
Only again
to resettle.

Amiss

You came at night,
you midnight maruaders.
I with deep sleep upon my brow,
unbeknownst, unbeknownst.
Pillaging, robbing from mind memories,
from heart sentiments
from hands tactile recollections.
I left with suppositions,
of what I once knew of what was known.
Now like a dream of a memory.

The introduction

Give me neither poverty nor riches;feed me with the food that is needful for me,lest I be full and deny you and say, “Who is the Lord?”or lest I be poor and steal .
-Agur-

..this is the introductory passage to a short fiction story I am working on, bred out of ponderings on above passage, a bit of character development..mmmhmmm

I will not be defined by weaknessess,
he thought, he spoke to himself
by means of prepardness
he readied himself
Pupils dilated
heart racing
hand on the trigger
he steadied himself.
And does the end justify the means?
When family's mouth is not fed, no reception of their daily bread,
but forgive me for those whom I now trespass against to accomplish this hit.
And with quick steps he approached the counter four quiet words he said,
gun now outstreched pointing at her head.
"Give me your money"
For this was his win,his redemption him born again .
when doors had closed and it had seemed that God forgot to open the window.
when he had pushed,
and pushed
and pushed .
When it seemed there was no other way
when he no longer knew what to say when he went to pray.
one desperate word he'd mutter,
So the steel in his hand was his saviour,
cold and hard,
in this automatic he trusts.
The son in his trinity of desperation
fathered by worry and aided by the spirit of consternation.
Got to win hes facing his souls redemption,
he's desperate to win,
the end is his,
the use of this force,
this means justification.

Covenant Conception ( Grandma Now Has Grey Eyes)

Give me daugthers with eyes like yours he said
As he softly laid her down to sow his seed
Then gently crawled between her knees,into her heat.
and he was apt,
and he was ample.
For in them I see strength that could move mountains, said he,
wisdom that is ancient in its truth.
For in them I see the those who came before,
kinship of slaves
heart ,might,soul of a queen ,
For in you I see those who came before,
kinship of queens
heart might soul of ancient dynastys
And now those who will come after
And now those who will come after

a past life, a life past

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4.57
4.58
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five
5pm
Friday night, the streets and my heart buzz of weekend excitement,
the spring night is before me
I move swiftly through Richmond streets
To the local market bottle of wine , movie in hand,
and the necessities of a meal befit for royalty.
Easy on the garlic in the pesto this time,
caramailize the onions,
saute the chicken
dont forget the dark chocolate drizzle for the dessert.
And the table is set
and the dinner is made
and the wine is poured
and the movie begins to play
and dessert is in the oven on its way.
And for a while there I thought you were on your way home,
And for a while there I forgot that I am now alone,
and for a while there I..
I,
I......damn this singleness .

Dilemma

I awake before the rise of the sun, I stand barefoot on cold tiled floor
warm coffee mug cuffed in hand,
heavy on the cream .
I am awake, alive now
I can feel it.
Your words drew me here you know,
stirring slumbering heart
then soul
now mind out of sleep.
Luring me to pursue spaces of silences to ponder realitys formed in our mingling
And you use words like pens and paintbrushes to paint anew ,
a clearer vision of what I thought I knew, of what I had found in you .
You ensure while assuring me that this much is true,
you instruct my mind ,so that it may to teach my heart to believe,
you teach my lips, my hands, all faculties to recieve.
And this is not fallicious,
deductive reasoning lends logical assurance to what was known as true
no ,no the end is truly you.

these days

The edges of my soul are strecthed to engulf,
to hold, fully embrace long standing sentiments.
Like the Israelites in Egypt
hoping
waiting
frogs for the muttering,
Moses set me free.