Crumbs are Not Love

Nature’s abundant love

We all deserve abundant love

Not the kind that binds you

The type that blinds you

Leaving emptiness and crumbs

We deserve the kind of love

That takes your breath away and breathes

The kind that gives you butterflies

The love that makes you feel seen

Love that understands and feels with you

Intoxicated not confused

Appreciated not abused

They say love hurts

but i don’t think that is true

Crumbs hurt

Abundant love heals and grows

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Mourning Words

Mourning Words

Sadness, depression, obsessions

Sedation, regression, never liberation

Words Can Oppress

The Spirit Impress

Into an empty address

Some people mourn daily

Not realizing, In the blink of an eye

In the breath of inspiration

With purposeful exhalation

Permeation through flesh

In the depths of a word

Submerged Mourning Words

If altered and suffocated

Transformed into Morning Words

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Judge a Book by It’s Content

Dandelions in the fields

Weeds that help to heal

Some pull and pluck and kill

The plant is a weed

Something too ill

Not knowing the speed

To cure, mend, and feed

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Judge a book by it’s content

Everything has a purpose and grace

Even in the most forsaken place

The weed thrives, cures, and blooms

History’s Baggage Turned Into Blessings

If your hands are full of hate

You can’t receive peace

If your heart is full of bitterness

You have no room for love

If your mind is full of fear

You can’t think of paths as clear

If you hang on to history’s baggage

You can’t fly into promised lands

Sometimes loosing is not a loss

If you are opening and making room

For what is yet to come