Upon this page

four fingers hold true

ruled by a thumb

that allow these words

to pass on through

spawned with a sword

now knowing

what it aims to do.


For a verse is drawn

packed with repentance

chapters colored

in a poem redemptive.

From the layer of life

this ink shall portray

all that is poignant

replenished by the purpose

along this golden way.


I look to my left

But to the right I see

A canvas wiped clean

no longer spilled

in the void of suffering.

Instead was a picture revered

rambled with a bit of rhythm

through a conscious stream

no longer smeared.


As the sword it drew about

a certain decorated scene

where by the river of dreams

stood a glowing tree

growing wild

– its limbs breaking free.


For the circle had come complete

and from a seed

planted becoming

flourished a weed

whispering goodness

from the roots within

came a hope for humanity.


That day I sat

standing in the sun

steady held by a warming wind.

Then came the push

and from its force I fell

fallen in a spin

until all that I see

from this kneeling knee

became as one

for my mind

it was no longer spun.


It was time

that what was to be

had begun.

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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