Oh Ye Creator, who love us
The superceder above us
Aid me, Lord! Let me not despair
I'm at the bottom of this sphere, cuddled by deep fear
Let me witness your blessing, ere I die.
Let your guiding light arise, to drown my cry
My heart, my soul and whole, is under thy control
Let not the floods of anguish, overwhelm my soul
Let not my spirit separate from its being
The garbage bin; I don't want to be
I know I'm destined for something great
But there are obstacles that keep it wait
I know its all part of the plan
But my skin is turning to tan

He gave me strength,
He gave me might,
He gave me freedom,

How i didn't listen,
How i didn't follow,
How i failed,

Still forgiven,
Still saved,
Still living to make amends,
Still breathing to follow,

O how i was so wrong,
O how i was so blind,
The Lord forsake my soul...

A bleeding heart could only,
Mend for all the love that was and still,
Its getting.

He gave me,
Might,
Strength,
Love...

They say you can't fall anymore than Rock Bottom
But I've painfully crashed a thousand times, and
melted into the Earth's Core; filling the cracks
With liquefied remains of what I became...a failure.

My broken pieces caught in alluring lies
and tangled Bed Sheets

Rock Bottom is every bed
A boy has invited me in
Because I could not accept
God's knock on my chest.

Rock Bottom is every cigarette
I've shakenly put between my lips
Because I could not let
God's words fill me.

Rock Bottom is each step away
from my Body
Because my soul-my remains
Are left alone above someone's covers.

My soul is locked away in a room
I can never return to.
It's been captured in his bed.
So I fill myself with broken glass
hoping the reflection of what once was
shines through.

I drown myself in self-deprecation
Praying that a form of baptism
Will return my soul to me...

But it wont.
Not until I open my chest,
Not until I fill my lungs
with scripture.

My soul was captured
Because God told me
Who the Devil was...
Charismatic, body like a snake, and
Eyes filled with love...maybe lust?

But the thought of happiness captivated me
And comfort was found in his arms...
I ignored God- calling him a fool.

Now, I must heal and find my soul
Because I didn't listen the first time.

I open my chest
My lips spill with alcohol soaked apologizes
And He still holds me,
Cares for me,
He has not Forsaken me...
like I had Forsaken myself.

these
gowns
***** Together
as We Wade
into muddy Water
~Proclaim The Deeper Magic~

Be True
To what we’ve learned

Be True
To our humanity

Be True To
What Has Called

Us To
Be

i wear my religion like i wear my makeup.

i put it on when i’m suppose to.

my face shines with the highlight
of the Holy Spirit on my cheekbones.

lipstick stains a bible verse which
i use for every circumstance
“God” throws at me.

i line my eyes with the blackness
of my heart and i let “God” flick it
out into a wing at the end.

after awhile though my skin
grows weary and itchy.

i can feel every pound of makeup
that cakes my face.

a single wet wipe no longer
works to dislodge the
uncomfortableness
in my pores.

i bathe in rose-scented oils
and steam my face
ritually.

everything is off.
my flaws are showing.

makeup use to be fun
when i wasn’t wearing it
for other people.

now social media lets me know
that i must contour my cheeks
with a prayer that starts with,
“dear lord,” and ends
with, “amen.”

in order to be in my family’s good
graces i must have faith in
myself but
mustn’t be prideful.

you must not use a mirror to put your makeup on.

your eyebrows should be
arched and ready to
defend,
not yourself,
but “God”
if questioned.

when you find a boy
who says he likes makeup
you must not pursue him.

he is not worthy of your highlighted face.

love yourself but
also put your
makeup first.

sculpt the nose
define the face
overline the lips.

do all that you can
to hide your real face.

make your skin scream
to be let free.

and when you take
your makeup off,
make sure to
moisturize
because your skin
has to look great when
it is drowning in
foundation.

take care of your skin
but it also doesn’t matter
so paint your face once more.

bat your eyes.
pout your lips.

but don’t be lustful.

because your religion is like your makeup...

so cake it on like a fake facade.

By Arcassin Burnham


A weakness is a weakness and mine is peaking into
submission like being sacrificial in whatever this world is,
upper body strength with more flaws than that of a girl who doesn't have
a care in the world weather or not they know that she gets around with high
hopes of a better future way ahead for her and her family,
same basic concept when i aim to be an author in a corrupted society exposing
everything because they poison everything , do you get what I'm saying?
We have all been in some kind of sin engulfing us in flames begging God
to at least loosen the chains of any agony , please set me free,
don't wanna have a sign on my head because of my skin saying roadkill,
don't get whats up with that deal.

A Fight is always a fight even when against the corporals
leaning on the people to just help for confirmation but they're
too busy with  being brainwashed and battered from a force
unseen in a world so ***** but yet so clean summing up the the masses scenes,
We work for a lot and then we die for a lot, did you know Job in Hebrew Means
Prosecute?
She had a baby yesterday and doesn't  worry about today because she has it
in her mind that shes not through,
with all the partying and popping pills in a nightclub that I'm pretty sure is owned
by a gang too,
Have better life choices because you don't know when the devil will be
knocking at the door for you.

No one really knows
Where my mind goes
When a circuit blows
When unreality shows
When chaos blows
Into my mind
I usually wake up to find
A version of my life…so unkind
The silver lining in that cloud
Now again unlined
Replaced by doubt, despair and pain

Help me now, I cry
That my life I will regain
Words come:
“Pray to the Lord
No longer refrain
Let his love
Sink into your brain”

That was so easy to explain
Only one thought does remain

“Will He remember me?”
I’ve stepped away so far
“Yes, He knows who you are”
“You are not alone”

Your soul he will feed
To great peace it will lead
No longer will your heart bleed
Let His love encompass your need
In the Lord your troubles are freed

“Oh yes…
He remembers you…”