peach to red to white
the colors change each night
but oh,
how i long for the white
on my skin
in my heart
the lines are my life
yet they fade

Gods love is so deep, My heart is his to keep, His grace is pure, Forever secure, As I seek his face, A light shines bright, Guiding me through the darkness, Into his loving embrace, His love is always near, Come what may, No matter where we go or what we do, His presence surrounds us, Strong and True. Amen

I peace myself by knowing the earth is not at risk
for it has overcome much worse in its volatile past.
From afar it will still appear a blue dot
but it is its current inhabitants that need to worry about their future

"Hey, God, why has my life been such a disaster?"

"Are you judging it by your failures or your achievements?"

Not two decades yet,  
since the sun spat me into its glare,  
and already my head betrays me—  
six black locks, once fierce,  
gone,  
gone gray,  
gray as ash,  
gray as a lie,  
gray as the sigh  
of a self I can’t defy.

Serene are the stars
that lights the past
Timeless, a love
held close to the heart

no one’s eyes made me write—
my life did.
the things I’ve endured,
the family I never had,
the trauma I carry
turned me into a poet.

it forced the ink
out of my veins—
red, yet black,
like the blood
still coursing
through me.

I bleed onto paper
without a knife,
just wounds that never heal,
just pain that never
learns to stop.

it drains me dry—
and yet I stand,
barely.

begging to be taken,
begging to vanish,
to disappear
from a world
I was never meant
to be born in.

I sat,
spliff lit like a tiny sun in my hand,
and looked up.

To the stars,
to the void,
to the hush that hums behind silence.

And I asked —

In all of this,
this chaos and order,
this pain and pulse…

Am I not all that?

Wasn’t I born of stars?
A flicker from the great ignition,
dressed in skin,
asking questions fire once whispered to stone?

I’m not watching the universe —
I’m remembering it.
Living it.
I am it.

And you —
you reading this —
you are too.