My #life Part #5 Staying to a never goodbye With welcoming arms to lie Time cannot penetrate your sanctuary Your promise As much an illusion as my ethereal residence Yet I dwell hear with the same truth The same conviction The same authority As though it were permanent within me Like sweet wine possessed by my lips alone Fictitious even to the point of delusion Genuine as the tears shed to inhabit it While here I am embraced Inducted into your bosom Only now can I interpret Decipher the drifting metaphor That I was here from the beginning And forever. My heart perceives a vision of me A hollow shell wrapped in decaying splendor No stirring breath or straining pulse Dust that scatters and is then forgotten As does all that it contained All that I ever wanted From my #life

My #life Part #4 Lying on softest snow that never melts With beauty that never sways My tears tear themselves awake I am within an impossible dream A place of distinction and separateness I dare not call it true But for the madness it would deposit That would infect my fragile heart So I am protected by doubt My cynicism a shield borne by necessity To trust my perception is dangerous Especially the hope that permeates my consciousness Like a torch I cannot extinguish, Fueled by incessant desire. Even the texture of God’s calloused hands Cannot breach my bleeding fortress Or resonate within my diminished exterior Now creator If you be more than a passing delusion If your flame be stronger than my moistened wick Then tear down this palace of illusory mirrors And transform my existence to a memory Only you can posses

My #life Part #3 Petal soft if falls a weightless journey to land It falls slow motion to land And yet as I sit in ruin I can perceive it It’s existence floats silently through surging veins Like a small skiff navigating turbulent waters It is a feeble reminder of beauty long forgotten But there it rests There it prays in defiant resilience A form that transcends cruel evolution That shouldn’t exist in a world like mine This hopeless capsule of torturous vision I am that which can only observe Only comprehends thy forgiveness Never to taste the water of promised dreams Yet in my hand I conceal what is forbidden My fingers a holy vestibule I know not how long it can survive

My #life Part #2 Green grass on the other side I’ll never see but for my dreams Yet they never hear my plea Rejecting what I selfishly demand As if the power of creation were contained, Were capsulated within my sweaty brow Out of unending darkness; my voice Grasping for an already expired flame Forms a dancing silhouette A flickering residue Of your perfect love Tears clean away the barnacles and grime They produce a miracle that transcends even the greatest effort And reveal your fleeting radiance How I hope you hear my prayer

My #life Part #1 My #life A disillusioned introduction for a once shimmering beauty Embracing the final touch of innocence The last remnants of an ancient grace Thou art the garden I could never reach The gentle pool yet drying my course frame It is the promise I have frivolously shed from my soul Even before a violent birth had expelled all that is me My identity Born like a cross upon utter frailty Yet while my eyes are closed And tender hands open to the frigid air My heart receives a perfect flower A peace I could never win or deserve And for the briefest of moments I am free