Featured Post

words

my thoughts are mine as such my words are mine they form inside my head they brew a storm of pure emotion mixed with thought a dash...

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

waging war

paper is the battlefield on which i face the world,
my strategies use a language all their own.
i use varied markings only seldom understood,
translations of the words i do not speak.
i pick and choose my army, it varies by the hour,
it could be ink or charcoal, pencil, paint.
my arsenal's a massive compilation of expression
brought forth by prayers to wield these heavy thoughts.

-D.B.
2/26-27/2013

Thursday, February 21, 2013

moment.

there comes a moment when
you realize how you loathe
the life you've come to live
the responsibilities you hold.
there comes a moment when
you throw your hands up high
tell the air you're done
and watch the world go by.
there comes a moment when
you put your head back down
and mutter to yourself
that there's no time to drown.
there'll come a moment when
it will be worth the fight
so until then i pray
that soon i'll see the light.

-D.B.
2/21/2013

fear

paralyzed by fear
tearing at the seams
the future crashes down
shattering this dream

-D.B.
2/21/2013

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Evening Prayer (revised (again))

To become an expression of this love so true,
Lord grant me the graces to be as you will me to.
Words cannot describe it or do the justice due
to that state of being that comes from Your holy truth.
I'll willingly give into it and submit to one so pure,
more beautiful than anything, the one whom I adore.
You've offered me the light; how could I ignore
the love that is within You, so great is your allure.

-D.B.
2/15-16/2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

Throwback #7

The spring wind blows furiously
the trees shake in rage
an owl whips by,
a much angered sage.
A leaf small and crippled
all alone since the fall
finally drops, drifts, and ripples
till there's peace among all.

-D.B.
2/11/2009
some edits 2/11/2013

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Throwback #6

A broken heart jumps to my throat
and from my throat flies to my eyes;
from my eyes spring forth the tears
of regret for later years.

-D.B.
2/10/2009

Quatrain Throwback #5

A child so lovely in her corner sits
believing she's always alone.
Oh, that she could feel His great presence there
that makes every corner a home.

-D.B.
2/9-10/2010

Monday, February 4, 2013

Throwback #4

Money is for Devil's play
in a game made of himself,
he uses lying, cheating, stealing;
losers go to Hell.
His deck is made of human souls
and here, the game gets tough:
it matters not which cards he holds,
as long as there's enough.

-D.B.
2009