Turns out
I am not
always right.
This humbly
loving hermit..
has accumulated
many blind spots
in his sight.

I see the world
not as it is..
but rather
through the lens
of all my wounds.
Maybe it doesn’t always
have to hurt..
Maybe I am The One
who …

Is not our love
the wildest beast?
Not every day
upon its bounties
do I feast..
so often does it leave
a-many prickly thorns
upon my tongue
when I attempt
to get a taste..
and yet, the flavor
of our love
is irreplaceable.
Nobody else
will ever taste to me …

I used to believe
in a pot of luck..
at the other end
of the rainbow.
So I hopped
into my truck
and cruised
ever so slowly..
to eventually
make it there.

And it was nearly
quite in sight.
I could almost
see the gold
that lay inside..
glimmering
in …

Dear God,
why does it
have to hurt
so bad?
I tried
my darndest
to be good..
I really had.

How is it
that your ears
can listen..
yet still
fail to hear?
I howled out
in my own pain..
not because
I lost the will
to show up
for …

Loving someone
is so easy..
at least
when love for them
is all you feel.
Except..
when is that
ever true in life,
my dear?
So often,
those we love
the most..
are also those
who bruise
our ego worst.

Is it so easy
to still love them
through the …

Every time
the whim
of others
places me
into another
psychic pickle..
The will of God
transfigureth
that thorny prickle..
into nothing more
than but a gentle tickle.

So long
as I have faith
and wait
however long
it takes..
sooner or later,
God Almighty’s
heavenly
Uno reverse card …

Each and every one of us
serves as a reigning monarch
in the Kingdom of God..
Except it isn’t to be found
in highest heavens..
Its castles rest instead
upon the fertile soil
of our own thoughts.

It isn’t
the responsibility
of God
to be the separator
of …

Does absence
make the heart
grow fonder?

With The One
who’s meant
for you.. it does.
The One
whose absence
feels like loving peace..
and not uncertainty
and chaos.

The One
in whom you know
a piece of you
is always living..
Both in their heart
and in their …

The flowers
that I got you
but a week ago
already withered.
This week,
another fresh bouquet
I bring to you,
so that you know..
Unlike the flowers
that I brought to you
last week..
my love for you
will never wither..
only grow.

With every message
that I send …

Why is it
that when pressure
is applied to me
these days..
I have developed
an unfortunate
new tendency
to crack?
I know I am a living legend,
it is not up for debate..
For, there are mounds
of cold, hard evidence
to indisputably support
this fact.

Maybe I am …