Intimate Compositions

The Beauty In You

May 22nd, 2018

Homeless, down and out, but I see the beauty in you. Tattered clothes and deep pain in your eyes, but I see the beauty in you. Lost and forgotten, yet I see the beauty in you. Angry and confused, I see the beauty in you. Picked on and bullied; I see the beauty in you. Ostracized and laughed at; I see the beauty in you. Mentally ill and crying out for help; I see the beauty in you. Beat up by life and demoralized; I see the beauty in you.

You’ve made the wrong decisions, but I see the beauty in you. Without hope or love, but there is so much beauty in you. Depressed and lonely; I see the beauty in you. Tired and working two jobs; I see the beauty in you. Worried about your future; I see the beauty in you. Misunderstood and rejected; I see the beauty in you. Abused as a child and trying to overcome the mental scarring; there is a light and beauty in you.

Wracked with fear; I see the beauty in you. Cold and hungry; I see the beauty in you. Born disabled and derided by many; I see the beauty in you. Confusing sex with love; I see the beauty in you. Thought he loved you, but he abused you; I see the beauty in you. Living on the streets with your children with nowhere to go; I see the beauty in you. Disrespected, laughed at and ridiculed by so many, there is a light and beauty in you.

Crying in the dark and calling out to God; I see the beauty in you. Wanting more out of life; I see the beauty in you. Feel like giving up, but I see the beauty in you. Tears stream down your face and you cry aloud; I see the beauty in you. Your mother died and she was all you had; I see the beauty in you. Even as a child, there was always a light and a beauty in you. You’ve contemplated ending it all, but there is a bright light in you. Feel like the world is against you; I see the beauty in you. You just need to be held and loved; there is so much beauty in you.
Behind The Eyes

May 22nd, 2018

Fear. A virulent plague penetrating bone, bore deep down into the bone marrow infecting exceedingly efficient, poisoning the blood stream. It shows no mercy to its hosts, leaving behind a shell of what was, or what could have been. Rendering its verdict with lightning speed before withdrawing to its place of darkness, where many like it exist. Day and night they feed on their hosts with unrelenting hunger. The ugliness, the unsightly ugliness of it is hard to fathom. Its trail of carnage is the making of nightmares; the stench sears one’s nostrils. Victims stumble around in the dark on cold nights searching for release and relief. The bottle becomes a close friend and narcotics a savior. Street lights tower above and witness their moments of slight reprieve. The sounds of splintered glass under shuffling feet signal their hour of desperation. Passersby look on in horror, but render no aid. Rodents display red beady eyes as they peer out of dark shadows to bear witness to the mire. Eyes, it is in those weary eyes, that you see the pain and plight of the sufferers. The eyes that look through you, the weeping, the misery. The thousand-yard stare is cast and it is frightening, almost crippling. Fear and anxiety are the masters of their torment, their faces are the faces of sorrow. Tears stream down weathered and wrinkled flesh, despondent faces indeed tell the tale of their wretched existence. Stories of a lifetime told in the blinking of an eye; the harrowing details of which can frighten the reader and instill fear in the listener. Fear, behind the eyes is where it dwells. Behind the eyes, is the place of their torment.
The Worlds

May 22nd, 2018

A barren and desolate land where tumult and disquietude pursues you to no end. A place of deep darkness in the vastness of the other world. Crows spread their wings and navigate their way through thick putrid air. Their piercing cries and calls can be faintly heard in the other realm; their dark feathers conceal them from sight. Only an occasional glow of the eyes can be seen. I can see the other side, almost touch it, but I cannot cross over. Invisible shackles hold me back. For years I have sought to destroy them, but most have proven elusive. Those close to me have witnessed the shackles. They see them clearly, and they have toiled endlessly to release me, but alas I still remain in bondage. Strangers jeer with presumption; I cleave to hope with frayed thread. My movements are controlled and orchestrated by unforgiving and unseen forces. They render me lethargic and wilted. Obscurity has been an unwanted friend and we have abode now more seasons than I wish to count. The portal to the other side grows smaller and smaller by the year, by the day, by the hour. As the hour is upon me, I am incessant in my pursuit to reach it, to break through the dark layers and let light flood in. Will anyone assist? Is anyone there? My own echoes confirm my plight. I am resigned to my fate. Miraculously, fire still burns within me. I must conceal it in a secret place, lest the crows and whisperers of the night gaze upon it and uncover my resolve.
The Lonely Hours

May 22nd, 2018

He reaches for her, but she is not there. Her scent still lingers in the place she slept. Strands of her hair are found on pillows. Again he reaches for her, but she is gone, never to return. In the late hours he sheds tears. Sleep has not been a friend to him. Peace has left him. Happiness has eluded him for two winters now. He is lost in the innermost workings of his mind. Hopelessness rushes in like water from a broken dam. Even though he puts up a strong barrier, it presses against the door. Waiting to invade his thoughts. Waiting to wreak its havoc.

He can withstand it for a time, but only for a time. Maybe he will make it through winter; maybe he will see the bloom of spring, and feel the warmth of summer. Still it waits, bearing down its full force upon his will, taunting him, laughing at him. He misses her; he misses her so much. Tears flow once again at the thought of her memory; her soft touch. He is tired. He is so tired. His movements are slow, and his will is weak. His barrier cracks and splinters.

Hopelessness seeps through. It is followed by loneliness. Depression makes its entrance. Following closely behind are fear and anger. They slowly wind and make their way through his system like poisonous molasses choking his life force and corrupting his once endless energy. A beautiful garden is turned into an unsightly bed of weeds, and waterfalls are dried up. Ripe fruit is turned rotten and given to the worm. He is tormented day and night. He seeks rest like a wild scavenger seeks food, but there is none to be found.

Darkness surrounds him and misery peers through his window to bear witness to his demise, but he remembers her warmth, and their time together. He remembers her laughter and her joy; he vividly sees her face and the light of her life shines brightly in his being. The movie of her love and life play in his mind, and he is strengthened. Her glowing face is amplified in his thoughts and his joy comes back to him. Fear and anger dissipate. Depression is trampled. Hopelessness is utterly rooted out and destroyed. Only loneliness abides. He misses her.
Who will hear them?

May 21st, 2018

He has been through so much pain. In darkness and loneliness he sits and keeps his hurt inside. He is a child and he deserves love and protection, but he has been victimized and unloved.

She sits with a bruised body and a face of sorrow. Time and time again she is abused by the hands of the man who claims to love her. She suffers in lonely silence.

In a room he lies on his bed, unable to move; unable to function. Mental illness wreaks havoc on his mind and he has lost all hope. He had lost his family due to his illness and is now living in hell and torment.

She was a joyous and happy woman. A wonderful mother and beautiful wife. She now is seen in dark places, and her face of beauty has now turned into a face of weariness and hard life. She has fallen victim to the scourge of addiction and the dark streets feed on her soul. She has nothing left but the faint memory of her children. She cries inside but she cannot break the power of addiction that now rules over her.

Who will cry for these souls?

Who will cry for the weary?

Who will cry for the oppressed?

Who will cry for the abused?

Who will cry for the tormented?

Who will cry for the sick and ill?

Who will cry for the addicted?

Who will cry for those with no voice?

Who will cry for the afflicted?

Who will cry for the precious children?

Who will cry for the unloved?

I will cry for them because no one will hear their plea. I will cry for them because they are deserved of love. I will cry for them because I hear their cries. I will cry for them because they have no more tears to give. I will cry for them because they cannot cry for themselves. I will weep for them because I love them.
May 21st, 2018

My Precious Lady, I had given up on myself but you believed in me. You saw something in me that I could not see in myself. It was your love that rescued me; it was your beautiful and mysterious eyes that looked past my faults and saw my soul. It was not only your eyes that saw me, but it was the love in you that saw the essence of my heart and the depths of my soul. I will forever love you . . .
My Love

May 20th, 2018

My love, we have come together as one. We have solidified our bond of love. Today, let us forget the world and express ourselves in deep intimacy. Let us renew our vows of love to each other and spend the day in service to one another. You are mine and I am yours. You are the woman of my dreams and I will forever be thankful for you. The heavens know my feelings for you, my lady. We will keep our secrets of love between us; you have the key to my heart as I have the key to yours. My eyes have no longing to gaze upon any other but you, and only you. Your joyous laughter invigorates my spirit. I love you with a love that is unexplainable in words. Our spirits intertwine in divine devotion. There is no life without you. We hold each other tightly in warmth and say a silent prayer in each others arms. Tears of joy flow from our eyes as we recount our days and nights together in love and harmony. My love, you are the light of my life. We face the world together. You have comforted me on long days and stormy nights. I lay my head on your lap as you sing me a beautiful song of comfort. You temper me with your soft caress and calm the restless spirit within me. You speak to me even in silence and you love me. I am immersed in your love and kindness. Your virtue is a blessing to me. I love you. You are my morning prayer. You are my life.
Lavender Dreams

May 20th, 2018

In lavender dreams I see you, and I am lost in your love. Your sweet scent intoxicating me in my subconscious, calling me to lavender fields in the warmth of the sunshine. My love, in those beautiful fields you walk barefoot, a product of nature and divine creation. Your smile is beautiful and indescribable, causing my being to feel a sudden warmth and deep feeling. Your long hair glistening in the sun is a sight to behold, it is a glory and gift given by the creator. I had fallen in love with you instantly upon beholding your countenance. Adorned in all white, you looked as delicate as a flower; as gorgeous and sweet as a pink rose bush in full bloom.

Darling let us walk slowly in your fields and converse about the heavens. Let me prove my love for you and toil in your fields day and night. At night please stare out of your window and cast your gaze on me, for your eyes are heavenly and loving. Three seasons ago I would have never thought that I would have needed you; needed your love. You had been visiting me for some time and I played the fool; I had taken you for granted and you had stopped visiting me. What a fool I was. Day and night I slept like I hadn’t slept in years, calling for you, begging for you to once again visit me in my dreams and comfort me. I cursed myself for being a stupid and foolish man, to take for granted such a wondrous being of love and beauty. Where are you? Where are you O, woman of the lavender fields? Come back to me for I was a fool and I now fall on my face and will wither away without your love.

You came back to me and rescued my failing heart and weakened spirit. You rejuvenated my will, and gave me purpose once again. Be me wife lovely woman; let me make my solemn vow to you right here and now to always love you. I cannot go on without your smile and warmth. I refuse to be a fool ever again. Let us walk the lavender fields together and enjoy the fragrance in the evening. Let us have picnics with the finest samples of cheeses and the rarest of wines. Allow me to prepare a fine meal for you and then bathe you with the sweet scent of bath oils. Such a natural beauty; such a wonderful woman of love and laughter. I had heard of other men contending for your love, and trying to steal your heart. Who are they to understand the complexities and the true nature of you? Who are they to sneak into your fields unannounced and harvest the sweet fragrance of your lavender flowers?

Darling they were too late, for I had already stolen your heart on a warm evening in spring. I had already vowed my vow and poured out my heart to you. I cried in your presence and released my emotion like a caged bird is released into flight once more. It was then that you held and comforted me. You held my hand and guided me back into your fields once again for a midsummer walk. I looked at you in glowing light and I could not hold back my feelings and my love for you. I held and kissed you as we stared into each others eyes and whispered our vows to each other once again. I love you woman of the lavender fields. We will hold each other and dance once again in my dreams.
My Plea

May 18th, 2018

Lord, hide me under your wings and wrap me in your love, for I am afraid and I drown in my despair. Shelter me from the storms and the rough seas, and be my guide. I am destitute without you; I am a man in turmoil. Do not hide your face from me. Betrayal waits in dark corners ready to inject its venom. My own thoughts consume me to the point of madness. In my hour of torment I seek you daily, but I am not certain you are hearing my cries. Remember me Father and do not let me drown in these deep and dark waters, for I am tired and my hope wanes in my waiting.

The wicked ones seek to destroy me; fear and anxiety have railed against me and they seek to take my life. Heavenly Father, you are my only light in the darkness. There is no rest or comfort without you. I have tried it my way and have failed time and time again; I now leave it all in your hands and I submit my will. Send your angels in my time of agony and shelter me. Erase the scourge of illness from me and increase my joy. Restore me to the days of my youth and encourage my will. My torment seemingly never ends and I strive to find rest in you. Let me rest in the clouds and cause my face to feel the warmth of the sun.; release me from the bondage of doubt and the chains of suffering. Wash away my pain and wipe away my many tears of sorrow; I still believe in you and I will hold onto my faith.

Who can I turn to? Who will understand my plight? Even from family I have felt the venomous sting of betrayal; they had conspired against me, but now they suffer. I was but a child when they plotted against me, now their ill gotten gains have turned sour in their mouths and have poisoned their bloodstream. The sepsis of deceit and greed have consumed them, and have infected their very souls. Heavenly Father, you delivered me out of many situations. I thank you. Perilous times are all around me: the world waxes more and more wicked by the day, but I continue to put my trust in you. My earthly father has shown himself to be a coward. I have no father but you O, Lord.

Hide me in your secret place and show me mercy, for I am not worthy of you. I am not worthy of your son’s sacrifice. I am a man who stumbles in the darkness trying to come into your light. I still hold my torch, but my oil runs low and my lamp is dimly lit. I still trust in you and I thank you Father. Please do not forget me. This is my plea.
Weary Hearts

May 18th, 2018

Weary hearts continue on their long journey of sorrow. Some have experienced happiness before and some have never had happiness or a moment’s peace. They are weary; they are so weary. They seek love and acceptance. They seek peace and solace. Their road has been one of pain and hurt. Tears and disappointment have been their existence. They float through life hiding their deep pain and hurt. They have been lied to, abused, taken for granted, hurt, used, and have been unloved. If only they could find a place of warmth and love; if only they could find tranquility and joy. They hide behind forced smiles and happy faces. They hide behind their careers and seemingly happy families.

Some hide behind nothing, for they have nothing to hide behind; they live in poverty and blight. How long can these weary hearts go on without failing? The tears roll down in streams when they can no longer bear it. Their wailing reverberates throughout galaxies; throughout space and time. Some sit in dark and quiet rooms, and are drowned in their suffering. Who will care for these hearts who have walked the long road of suffering? Who will love the unloved and abused? Who will shield them from the cold and darkness of the world? Oh those precious children whose hearts are filled with pain each day, and the little ones who cannot speak for themselves. Who will fight for them? The abused kept in the dark who are repeatedly hurt and hurt again. Who will hear their plea?

O, weary hearts I will cry for you. I will think of your plight and pain in my every waking hour. I will dream of your redemption and your freedom from the chains of sorrow. I will pray to the heavenly Father and plead your cause. For you are deserving of love. You are deserving of peace and safety. You are a light in a dark world, and your light will vanquish the darkness. You will find love, and your long and weary journey will come to an end. Weary hearts do not despair, for your time of joy and solace is nearly here. Let my words reach you in love and uplift your spirit.

Love and light to you.