AbsenceI snigger with derisionMore Like This
at this continued, resolute hope;
my pitiful self-deception.
Fool enough to still wait
every day, pining for him to pull up
outside my garden gate.
Want to believe he sometimes comes here
finds some excuse to come to, or pass through
this quaint, market town, just to be near.
Stupidly cling to the notion that, when out on my walk
I'll spot his car nearby. Disbelief, sheer and utter relief
recognize that uncertain grin: sense he'd been too afraid to knock.
The times I've longed for the gift of telepathy.
Wondered, would it be any different, if he could feel me yearn and plead?
all I want, is to find him stood at my front door. But, in reality . . .
Spiritual SolaceMy burdens lay upon meMore Like This
A fixated gaze on the blue void above
The tender voice, setting me free
Eternal embrace of un-ending love
Mortals shall cast judgement
Subjugating me with premature assumptions
Solace within the aid you sent
Social prejudice, now inaudible perceptions
Faltering often, displeasing to thine eyes
Pleading to atone my wrong
Mercy already begotten hearing my cries,
Just my essence is what you long
Repercussions of admitting my loyalty and faith
But your land,
Your heavenly waters, that refuge I seek to bathe
Perfection unattainable within my mortality
Due to such, I assent my flaws
Within you I discover abet and security
Grace me O'lord, present omnipotent awe
Confusion, human knowledge I was well versed but found no comfort
In the God I proclaim my love for, this time I will not divert
TattooLife will scar you no matter whatMore Like This
Whether it is pox or surgery
It leaves a visible mark
So I chose my wounds with care
Adding color to the monotony
Or an otherwise empty canvas
Seeking neither approval nor disapproval
Ignoring sideways glances is an artform
I long ago perfected since I realized
That it matters not what I have done
Or who I am to you lot
Someone will find some trivial flaw
So why not make these flaws into artwork
That cannot be ignored by others
And increases my own confidence?