Jar of Self

*I won't provide many details about this one, just simply that it was requested by a good friend of mine, that I would describe how she felt."
Father! Can you hear me tonight,
I’m here alone, without light,
They’ve took my life,
And left me strife,
My dreams are fading,
From moments jading,
I’m being crushed,
Ground to dust,
By the weight,
Of my unfair fate,
No one dares,
To care about me,
Why do they hate me,
Can’t they see,
My agonies plaguing,
And the fury’s raging,
In my life,
Cutting like a knife,
I sealed up in a jar,
Covered by scars,
And horrid sutures,
With no future,
I scream and shout,
Trying to find a way out,
But there is none,
And there is no one,
Who can hear me,
Or who can see,
Because I am locked away,
In the grey,
Of circumstance,
And spiteful chance,
Locked away inside,
In myself I hide,
These tears inside fall,
While outside I’m the perfect doll,
Living still on,
Though all hope’s gone,
Father! Can you hear me tonight!
I’m about to give up the fight,
My breath is nearly out,
This is my last shout,
The air in this jar,
Is spent by far,
In its miasmic taint,
I’m about to faint,
Please father, come breath in me,
And let me see,
Why it is so,
Let me know,
That you still see from above,
That you’re still love,

Daughter Dearest,
With whom I’m nearest,
I’ve been here all along,
Through all this wrong,
You just couldn’t see me,
And I’m here to set you free,
Not of circumstance,
Nor of spiteful chance,
But of the agony,
That I see,
Deep inside your heart,
So that you might start,
That you might be free,
To ever see,
The beauty I placed in you,
That day I made you new,
These cut’s your feeling,
In your innermost being,
Are but the surgeon’s hand,
Cleaning away time’s sand,
Wiping away, your bloody tears,
Stitching up your woods and fears,
But please persevere,
You’re my daughter, most dear,
You’re not alone,
I just haven’t shown,
My full plan for you,
To make you new,
To take you, high above,
Soaring like a dove,
Free of these chains,
And all these pains,
Just remember daughter,
I am your loving father.

Diamon Tears, and Ruby Faces

*This post is actually an old poem I wrote back on October 22, 2007.*
A brilliant pink flower,
Dripped upon by the rain shower,
Turning drops to brilliant amber,
Each drop an intimate embrace,
Upon a lotus face,
Each drop a teary kiss,
Of joyous ruby bliss,
And Lord, teach my heart to love,
As I watch these drops from above,
Like diamond tears of sympathy,
Upon a Ruby Face,
Poured out like grace,
In immortal sympathy,
Upon weeping men,
Crimson with their sin.

Begging the Wolf

Don’t you know,
What I am,
I can not go,
It would be naught but sham,
You would place a fierce beast,
Among these docile sheep,
And then ask it not to feast!
Do you want to see a lion weep?
Do not ask this of me,
It is not plausible,
It can not be,
It is not possible,
And then you bent onto your knee,
Admitting this is no game,
That I’d be self-bound, not free,
And pleading in the Lord’s name,
And fate was cast,
When I acquiesced,
And at last,
Did what was good, no best,
So I went to this school,
To learn the way,
Of being a tool,
Not of night, but bright day,
I became bound in chains,
Tethered and muzzled,
Wracked by pains,
And tormented and puzzled,
That I might in the end,
Be truly free,
By learning to bend,
My iron will to be,
A tool for the Lord,
Though to wit,
I know not what I shall be,
When the Lord sees fit,
To be done with me,
Yet even if he should slay me,
Still I will serve Him.

Sunset

*This one is based off a photograph I saw Taken by my friend Ceri. She is a marvelous photographer and I thank her very much for posting the photograph.*

See, earth, Sky,
Embrace as the days die,
And fire is fashioned,
Is the vestige of their passion,
Such glory, such grace,
Displayed before nocturne's embrace.