The Trail...As the daylight waxes I find myself winding through a verdant fen.The Trail... by Tuishimi
Between the leaves I can see the sky, blue thread through green it wends.
It carries all my hopes and dreams that some day this journey ends.
But as I wander along this road the sun begins to set,
And even though I can see the end, the end is never met.
It stretches on, an abandoned road where the mighty men once played,
Where machines of war and steel and grit have become a distant shade.
But in my eyes it is nothing more than my own denial made.
Without, I die...Tree branches caught in whirling walls of aether,Without, I die... by Tuishimi
Snapped from their trunk, brittle and inflexible,
My faith is weak.
Evidence is an unending heat
Scorching doubt and worry...
But I, I apply protection;
Without life giving sap
Leaves will whither and die,
Flowers will never form,
And I will rot.
The branch needs the trunk,
The trunk roots in Jesus,
And I need the Creator.
dArama?Scramble-scrape of puppy claws on tiledArama? by Tuishimi
As the red ball rolls past,
Upsetting the quorum
Helicoptor in a wind storm
One hundred, eighty degrees later,
"Yap yap yap!"
[That's MY red ball!]
Harlot No MoreFor am I not beloved?Harlot No More by Tuishimi
Jericho had to fall and with it
Foul men of foul deeds.
The blood of children was nothing
They lived for the body, not the mind.
I lived for the body, not the mind.
But where there was fear there was hope.
Hope became faith.
Faith saved me.
I may not know
What may come...
But I know my God
And I trust Him
Not the future.
Not Unlike King DavidHis time never quite arrives,Not Unlike King David by Tuishimi
Unable to coalesce.
It isn't that he thrives,
More he cannot live with all the doubt
Of being at rest.
And yet he still survives,
A rare man who is able to flout
What others repress.
|Love is more...|
|A poem for my tarantulas.|
|Fan ships, renders of the TOS and TNG, etc.|
What's LeftIs it timeWhat's Left by iamPoetry
for that awkward hug?
when your chest lights a
new fire against mine
beckoning a mended bridge
The night calls some
source of desire where two
infinite people long for flesh
but no, we cannot burn down
and no, we cannot forget
the little deaths you live
endless syndetic... you forever because it's always perfect and your fingertips leaveendless syndetic by forever-haunted
trails on my skin that glow and dance like
firecracker scars and too much of you is never enough
and the ache for you in my bones is cacophanous and it drowns
out all that tar that spills from your lips
and i always want to kiss them and
i see your face on every streetlit corner and
i hear your voice when singers smoulder in love songs
and it'll never end and we fuse and laugh and scream
and being on fire never felt so free and we'll drink gin into
the scarlet morning and laugh until
our cheeks burn and you are
the smell of rain and baby's laughter and shooting stars and
soft skin and sea spray and sunrises and endless nights
and i'll love...
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Current Residence: Sonoran Desert
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Shell of choice: bash
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