Airikah Poetry (4)

The sleepy fog lays silently at our feet
caressing our feet as we go for an early morning walk...

our eyes feast upon the silken dark shades of green grassy fields with speckled flowers throughout trimmed in trees tall and strong filled with colors... oranges, greens, reds, browns, yellows...

the fields with rolling hillsides caress the tree line,
leaving dusty covered peppered leaves and twigs on the ground that crackle beneath our feet ...
scattered with memories of pleasure and comfort.

the lamb on the rock is childlike in faith..
lets us know where our security is.
being embraced by the braches from above, it covers us in shelter with pure open trust,as Gods very arms and chest.

grandfathers are like the eagles mighty in sight,
gracefully spreads its wings and caresses the skyline..
will soar before us as a spirit of protection.
man is like a mighty lion that watches over his woman thats as soft and delicate as a butterfly.

the blades of hunter green grass drenches the ground beneith it,
as the morning dew gathers crystal clear dropletts of nourishment for any who come...

Our path we walk is narrow it can be simply heaven.
dont run. hold my hand. lets walk.

the fog lays silently at our feet
as we go for an early morningh walk...

I am a gentle creature from above
designed to love and serve..

im a creature of softness,the heart, love, devotion such beauty that shines from deep inside with such power that is given by God, I was born like this...

Im happy & complete, perfectly, totally being a servant to Christ
I chose to serve freely.

I find such deep pleasure, joy,
and fulfillment in this loving relationship with You.

Im not weak or stupid. Im strong & wise, Gods ultimate design,
with a clear knowing of what I want and what Jesus designed for my life.

I did not choose to serve you Jesus out of shame or weakness,
but out of pride and strength being WHO I AM.
who You created me to be.

I look to you Jesus for guidance and protection,
I AM complete when YOU are with me.

I know that You will protect my body, my mind, and my soul
with Your strength and wisdom.

Your everything to me, as I want to be everything to You.
Your touch to my spirit awakens me and Your thoughts free my mind.

Only in serving You do I find complete freedom and joy…
Your punishments one day may be harsh if your teaching me what I did was wrong, but I accept them freely with a learning, loving, accepting heart and thankfully,knowing that You have my best interests always foremost in Your mind.

The love and trust & sharing the words Ive spoken & tears, laughter ,serving You Christ Jesus, that seals our lifetime together in this relationship.

Im Yours, if You say I am beautiful, then I am.
If You say I am YOUR precious jewel,
then I am that…a beautiful, sparkling gem.

My mind is Yours, to expand, explore, to know only as You can.
I will have no secrets from You… secrets would keep me from being perfectly Yours. Secrets would put a wall up and I do not want walls.

Your lessons will not always be ones I would seek on my own Jesus,
but they will be lessons You've decided that I need, and so I will learn from You. My soul is Jesus,

When I kneel at Your feet.
I know my place has been saved for no one else except me.

Jesus not a single moment goes by when I don't feel Your presence, your warmth, the way you love me. Its pure and complete

The anguish of my soul that I would feel if I disappointed You
is harder to bear than any physical anguish I could feel.

I'm grateful that you Love me.YOU CHOSE ME..

I've got the easier job, to feel, to experience, to love with compassion and forgiveness, to let myself go and abandon everything to You its not work, its pleasure...

I'm Your responsibility, and I know you take it seriously.
I am forevermore faithfully your servant.

I'm proud to call myself that, my submission is a GIFT that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to God, who can appreciate that gift.

Only to my Jesus who has that strength, I willfully serve because I am strong and proud. I am servant my to Jesus Christ.

Everyones in a hurry.
Rush here. Rush there.

Looking at the quiet river, slowly drawing the lazy logs to the oceans mouth swallowing them into the warm sunset...
they'll never be missed.

The skies fade to blues and blurred greys...
the waters ripples sing soft lullibies to those listening.

In the distance the faded bride is painted black with cherry red lights gently placed for mans use.

The landscape speckled with black sillouettes
embracing the backdrop of mother nature.

Seagulls caress the rivers silken current.
The reflections of the colored lights dance across the rivers edge to the rocky embankment on the other side...

Cold. Dark. Deep. Salty.
Some will find romance, others death.

The door shuts, the sounds quietly murmer from the tv.

The rain is pelting the roof and windows...
whispering let us in..

my body gives in and melts into a darkness
that im familiar with.

Like an old pair of shoes well broke in, a friend..
always there, its here again.

my keeper.

eating at my flesh from the inside,
ripping gnashing through me taking from me all it wants.

What if finds it takes,
assuming it deserves anything it touches.

It preys on me.

My screams are voiceless,
my pain is masked and unseen.

An expert in disguise, a human chamelian.

My own claws dig at my flesh from the outside,
trying to find like a blind man his old friend.

breaking and ripping the flesh bleeds warm,

bright reds that when cooled,
force life to stay yet another day.

The pain is welcomed feels like life.
I am here, I am still breathing.

The winds are subtle with its calling,
whispers only faintly heard by few,

submit, give in..
pale skin and dark brown eyes growing dim,

a drip of softly toned words slip from the lips,
dry and cracked reply... why. .... why.

The thoughts race through my head,
im no stranger to them...

they're angry at me for caging them earlier in life,
and turning my back to them.

emotions.

each person has them. I bound them,
with determination and survival.

hatred will not kill me this time, disgust at them forced an easy crooked smile from my lips that curl slightly.

My demons, once again, loosed, why do we battle.
My desire to control them no longer thrives.

I dont want to be in control anymore.
I loose them, setting free to use as daggers on my own reflections.

The scent of burning flesh from deep inside me tightens my chest.
The fire grows, the flesh releases a cry from deep inside,

no one sees. no one hears.
Dont cry at my awkward funeral.
Im done suffering.

Ive finished my life here, NOW in the realm of undead and unseen.

I stand towering over evil itself.

Protecting all those I have loved,
and all those who hurt that are in need.

The ones that think they're alone.
IM there. Im here.

Im now fighting the demons to save just one...
Im a fighter. Surviver. Protector. Lover.

I was the one no one saw. No one wanted to see.