Into Place


I am taking the advice of myself, as well as others and giving this blog a little bit more of a consistent flare.
Starting with this post, I will begin to share a deeper part of me.  For the foreseeable future I will publish poetry from my past, the part of my poetic past is something that goes deeper into me than I ever have.
The museum of my heart and soul is no longer closed for repair.  These words were pivotal in the growth of me.  They have not been altered.  They are as genuine and juvenile as they were whenever I wrote them some, twenty odd years ago.  They are laden with adolescent feelings, but they carry feeling nonetheless.
So without further adieu….

Two o’clock in the morning
My world feels locked
Freedom rings
Words sting
I’ve been here before
And I can still see the shore
It’s only time
That makes us yearn for more
More of what we’ve got
And less of what we need
Without caring
How much we bleed
Lessons are learned with
Every new task
Don’t ever be afraid
To look around and ask
For the simple things
Demand our dreams
To flaunt themselves
Upon our wings
The darkness covers us
Like a winter’s blanket of snow
In the evening
You make things move slow
The warmth in the truth of you
Put’s perspective
Into Place.
BeLove © 2017

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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