reckless

sometimes hope allowed is reckless and dangerous;
best intentions through affection's eyes at first adventurous.
not so innocently as months pass then much affectation we see,
how some o'er other some forget while one still feels deep quietly.
through passages we learned it's best not to hold on;
more battles won than lost still I was never all that strong.
strange how some are made to fulfill a place,
forever broken resilient, the wounded born to mend the race.

to believe in you or any of this as recompense,
no longer any wisdom found allows it enough sense.
as time sways, people smile and lives move on,
some speaking prayers desperate it won't be long,
when in both heart and mind you can forgive,
the way without dissemblance, the choice I made to honorably live.
my faith remains since I was born with plenty evidence,
perhaps in this case these moments were mere coincidence.

though was my decision to, evasively, part ways-
without derision, you are what's on my mind, punitively, most days.
pardon my tongue, insult is never the original invention;
for on these pages, does one give as they get, so much attention?
my efforts and potions fail- I can not help how I was made,
to friend, falter fast, and empath of the highest hallowed grade.
from a far place will come a time, when we will see, you I he she them, like any-
of the same clay cast, kindred mold, from the same hand, trine and midheavenly.

true

for many years in a historic time,
He was only thought divine
by a few who believed in the trine.
this nation viewed Him as a heretic;
and those ruled by Roman politic,
did forsake and with a cheap trick-
by one they thought was a True Believer,
who turned his back to be the worst deceiver.
at the table still painted paired as a foremost receiver.
instead of a woman with steadfast visage last;
tears now speak and give rise to more than outcast-
she the one whose sails remain on the strongest mast.
not small creatures, but for Man, hard to tell in days to come.
the swan, the dove - can not speak but know the one,
who counts the clouds with no rest yet never undone;
and as an alien will rise to set free the Sun.          

echoes

this voice within that becomes an omniscient vision;
no different than yours also part of my mission.
from the corners of a round earth,  in mid heaven, the seven seas...
every blade of grass, the dirt, the air breathed through the leaves...
many of us have these professed sentient guardians in our midst, 
but foolish are those to think it is a love triangle or personal tryst.
if I do, mine are not from princes charming or romancing;
for thine stings with sharp tongue, and dreams are stopped from advancing.
they still my heart, yank me close to hear clear, so I make no mistake -
know that I am small but what they demand is great.
they command with eternal thunder, echoes so loud;
do this work humbly, dear child, we keep watch, dare not be proud.
but unlike for you, sweet child, it does no matter what I need,
they simply turn the other cheek each time I die to lead.