Inspiration don’t come cheap

but this promise

I must keep.


I’ll give you all I got

and some of what I am not.

While I have looked all around

from what it is

I try and hide

never to be found.

How could something be

so goddamned hard to find?


What’s left inside

I peel away

from the outside

looking in

to see that I tried

to paint a picture

on a different mirror.


One that observes

an image clearer

in a snapshot

of my own true self

I see the reflection

of a hope upheld

before a thought

ever thought

to come into view.


A light shone parallel

propelled straight and through

some riddled refraction

bent by the distraction

in the darkness of you

painted pitch black

twisted all around

before it turned

everything else upside down.


Yet there it was

shining high above

some little sparkle

twinkled and bequeathed

by the brilliance

of all that

shall be considered

brand new

in the light

of your own you.

BeLove © 2018


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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