Touray

I saw you near me, like watching myself move closer in the mirror, I pause, I see.
Love
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We live in a fallen world,
Underneath everything holy and so clean,
He stands outside of a birthing room,
Like any other father expecting,
What a beautiful moment,
Will she make it through?
Will the baby be healthy,
Will it know him when he sees him,
Will […]

I felt the need to connect. There was freshness in the air. It was like a mist that flowed in. The mist made it past the rusted smell of coffee, past the chilled circulated air, and over the newness of the building. The mist congealed in my lap and stayed there.
This mist was flowing out […]

Movement, two feet than one,
Tip toes on the edge of a tarred pavement, still fresh, cooled yet warm,
bare they are, two feet, and ten toes,
rapping out of beat,
a title wave of motion,
scrunting, folding, falling open,

Cursed with this inability,
To see,
Or to understand,
These comments,
These sideways demands,
Honestly to the hon-est,
I may be,
Incomplete,
Improvements pending,
Upgrades,
Changing shades,
Eyes a little off centered,
Legs could be thinner,
Waist a bit slimmer,
Even I appreciate discipline,
I commend,
Honestly I do,
But for the life of me,
For the life of me….
Well,
Possibly I’ve,
swam to this place inside,
Warm, it’s beautiful,
God told me so,
God showed me so,
For […]

Laying to the side,
I turn to talk to You,
In the most tender way,
You respond,
Not rehearsed or scheduled,
Just natural,
The way You are,
Love, You are the source,
And I desire You
In the same capacity that I desire water,
And so I search for You
In concentrated packages,
Reduced down to the thought,
Being happy to see parts of You,
Even as the smallest […]

smeltering heat rises off a frustrated brow,
defeated again, drowned in unbelief,
because he refused, and still refuses to believe,
that flowers can grow beautifully,
without careful gardening,
without social cultivation,
without a heavy dose of fertilizer
He’s been taught to believe,
that natural is wild,
and weeds must be plucked up
beauty is decietful, He says
forgetting
constantly about the ash,
It is possible,
To the doubter,
It is […]

I didn’t know that a red bike, first my aunt’s, then my mom’s, could bring me such joy. It seems as if God whispered secrets on the wind to be kind to me. The weather has been lovely. I enjoy riding through Arlington. I break sometimes on the corners to drink juice or more commonly […]

Mulberry oils make translucent lines across my face,
Red happiness parks itself in my corner,
Brown basket hatched,
Possiblities endless,
Answered prayer drops by unexpected,
The most beautiful misty,
Clears my day,
Grooves,
One second in the Star,
Soy, chi, and melodies,
Get me moving,
To a place called here,
Here I can put on breaks,
Here I can start over,
Here I can laugh and let go,
Began to […]