Losing or Winning

When
Contemplating
The loss
Of most of
My worldly
Possessions
Because I have
No space
Here in Texas
And cannot
Travel back
To Georgia,
In any case,
My Heart Breaks.

My mind
Descends
Saying there
Is no life
Left for
You,
Take it,
Leave.
Suicidal
Ideation
Becomes pressing
The voices louder.
I fight –
A welterweight
Contending
For Existence.

I
Have
Been
Cleaning
Everything
In sight,
Keeping busy
To allow
My heart
Room
To Fight
A mind
Gone
Haywire
Once more –
Worst than
Every
Day
Here
Before.

I have
Purpose NOW
Even though my
Wayward brain
Would have
It, I forget.
Demanding
I quit,
But
It fails
To
Recognize
I
Never
Give
Up!
When
Ringed
Around
With turmoil,
Trouble,
I excavate
Digging deep
Where no
Killer impulse
Can go, grow.

I am
Expert
In Entertaining
Myself with
Loves
Which are
Forever;
And immersing
Myself
In Prayer.
Jesus
Washes
Me clean.
He has my
Victory!

Still,
And Still,
Time/Space
Are a vexing
Trial.
Consistent
Battles
Carry
Thunderous
Barrage –
Punching
Low, Below,
But I shall
Not Give In!

Win,
Beloved!
Do
It Over
And Again!

Fly high!

ASCEND!

Check Life

You do not want to
Join the journey here ever;
Check life at the door –
Enter places unlooked for
Dream forever, nevermore.

Positive gets more
Negative the deeper gone
Until one is drown
Beneath waves of ignorance
Foisted from all directions.

Time races through space
Stumbling over traps in haste
To reach grace’ estate
Reckoning too late, no way
To redeem redundant lives.

Shaken the quaking
Of unsteady grounds around
Harvest becoming
An invitation to look
Askance at days of darkness.

Bury the body
Under a rose garden,
Careful of the thorns
Life leaves crumpled, torn,
No one to become forlorn.

Footsteps in hurry
Take you far forward, away,
No time here for you
Go elsewhere double-quick now –
It is enough one is lost.

Visions demand a cost.

Diving In

In the beginning,
The page is an empty space
Waiting!
Does it breathe the air of words,
Knowing its mind, an ocean?
Aching,
It holds a tsunami ready to escalate,
Wash clean.
Waves carry their burden,
All the particles,
Brushing the shells along the shore.
The sand, a dream,
Constant becoming.

Clouds gather
Covering the sun
Whatever it is
The rain
Tracks
Its prints.
This shore
We imagine
But who is this
Monster?
Fate,
Unknown.

We are often unprepared for the course our lives may take. We settle into what is, then something sweeps away our comfort. There are shades on every corner. If we are fortunate, we adapt. The story presents a strange land where we are stranded. Is this reality? What of our ability to create the person we become?

Unexpected, what of our expectations? Space and time waver; do they branch forever in a multiplicity of worlds?