God of the sea

 I am like the aged mariner
 resigned to life on land;
 whose God is of the sea.

 The sirens softly whisper
 upon the ocean breeze;
"Come meet your destiny."

Don't say anything

"Don't say anything!" spoke
the shadow in the doorway.
I was seven years of age.

I lay limp upon the couch,
still recovering from
his grip around my neck.

My first thought was
to never tell my mother.
He would surely kill me
if I dared speak a word.

I'll never forget his eyes,
like some feral animal
as he squeezed my throat

Vision narrowed to a point.
I was certain I was dying.
Just as I was blacking out
his eyes began to clear.

He saw what he was doing,
dropped me like a rag doll
onto that tatty old couch.

"Don't say anything!" spoke
the shadow in the doorway.

The storm

The storm is brewing.

I smell it in the air.

I am panicking.

I fear this tempest

might cost my life.

The wind picks up,

hard and fast.

The storm is raging now.

Bitter rain engulfs me.

I can barely breathe.

Everything seems bleak.

I am stuck in mud,

which seems forever.

I pray to be relieved 

of this daily nightmare.

I believe prayers are futile.

My God created the storm.

Sometimes

I commit myself to God;
sometimes,
not often.

I believe in God;
sometimes,
not often.

I pray to God;
sometimes,
not often.

God is with me;
sometimes,
not often.

My love is true

My love for you is true;

though we have never met.

I will not lie to you.

I will not steal from you.

I will not con or cheat you.

I will bare my soul to you.

You are my beloved audience.

Without you there is no purpose.

I know that I will die for you.

Every breath of life that's left

will be sacrificed at your altar.

My love for you is true.

Nothing less

Sweet Mary Jane

bade me follow where she led

I went eagerly.

She was my life's one true love.

All the others,

there were many,

could not promise

what she offered with ease.

She gave me God.

Nothing less

She introduced me to eternity

Nothing less

She restored my soul

Nothing less

She consoled me during times of strife

Nothing less

She gave me courage to face my demons

Nothing less

She was all and everything

Nothing less

When I committed myself to her

before that God, for eternity;

She took it all away.
Nothing less.

Sweet Mary Jane;

though you left me broken,
dying in the street;

I still love you

for what you gave me.

There would be no God;
no comprehension of eternity.

The empty page

I gaze into the bleakness of the empty page,
engulfed by a sense of futility and despair.

I am like the man who keeps fishing

though he knows the river is spent.

I cast my line into the milky pool,

choosing to believe there’s one more prize.

My senses cry this is wasted time,

and there is no reason for hope.

But it’s not hope that keeps me

here before the barren page.

Some inner knowing tells me

what I seek beneath the surface

is faith.

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