Italy

Oh, Fairest of the Fair, how my heart longs for thee! One glance and my swoon-laden thrills you have incited. If I were but granted one touch {one, my soul doth rally}, to satiate my thirst -- satisfaction seems to sum in such a desire.

Let it resolve; my physical state to soar in the heavens --

Let it resolve; my mind to wander those antiquated streets --

Let it resolve; my metaphysical form to float along gently with the tranquil flow.

As You will, Almighty, shall it be.

My will resides in Italy.

Sentimental Disposition 3.17.11

Oh what a heart, what a heart I hold!
A heart that is homesick for a place I've never known --
Wistful thoughts of contentment drift abroad as my languish,
Inner toil, unmet longing, ardent and insomuch dreadfully hollow.

The Quintessence of Benefaction

My heart falls, it fades

All beauty at my expense frays

Dreams of old, formerly vivd

Melt as wax of candles burning livid

The truth absolute, I place asunder

By my wicked thoughts bred of toil and trouble

Compelled by woes of which I withhold

Unspeakable evils, common yet untold

The devil himself would turn in shame

I am merely a man, yet I play life as a game

Contempt.

But behold, in the heavens I see

A light that shines, illuminate me

Expose my inner works of darkness

Wash me clean of this filthiness

A man undistinguished in appearance

The embodiment of God in his spirit

As man he is beaten, scorned, and mocked

As God he endures, my sins he forgot;

'Twas grace that taught my heart to believe

'Twas grace that taught my eyes to see

Abdication.

I find more and more how wretched I am

When compared to my God, thus I cannot understand

How the kingdom could kiss the earth as it does

How the Christ could ravish my heart through his love

A transgressor, a harlot ruled by fleshly desire

No significance, no appeal, yet when touched by the fires

Made beautiful, pristine as a bride to be wed

Embraced in eager delight by the bridegroom who shed

Blood and flesh, the cross He bore

The weight of the world, to be redeemed, restored.

Benefaction.

Degenerate Indecency

Suppress the demons, they grasp at my soul --

Feed off of the love that remains.

Hatred, as a void, grows stronger in the absence.

The light grips faintly, dimming into vapor gone wild in the wind.

Life is but a breath on a hazy night's chill.

Man's mind, so complex, to dust be diminished.

Where intelligence thrives, folly glistens --

Knowledge without wisdom is empty, desolate.

As we rationalize the lies, God's viewed illogical.

All followers found ignorantly blissful.

Decrease the glory of heaven to a higher state of consciousness, thus humanism is birthed and nourished.

Worshipping creature, given up to infatuation.

Trickery, famine, holocaust, terrorism.

Hence is the depth of the human condition.

February Nineteenth, Two-Thousand Eleven

"All is vain, a mere grasping at the wind"

If life is but pain, where lies the will to live?

Between the lines, she finds comfort in this:

That this toil is not solely temporal, but does eternally unhinge.

Rip aside the veil that does so darken our hearts!

Rewind the time spent frivolously; Restart.

We know not the extent our sin hath wrought

Yet by grace found blameless of the guilt, soon forgot.

Honesty, Depravity

Oh, how my mind seems to wander, to stray far from you! You have blessed me in great abundance, you have showered upon me goodness so liberally. Yet my lustful heart longs to be satisfied with the filth of this world. Nevertheless, my spirit knows that satisfaction is found singularly in you.

The pouring out of my life in the world ends solely in death. Indulging my flesh in the world reaps empty satisfaction; 'tis but a hollow victory, a feat resulting in physical pain and spiritual destruction.

To think that I, yes even I, would more willfully sell my soul for a pretty penny than offer my life as a sacrifice to you. How selfish the whole of humanity has become! How wretched, how vile must one be to honestly refuse God for only moments of absent pleasure?

Regardless of my tendencies, I shall joyfully press on; press on towards the victory, the goal, the prize. That I may be deemed worthy, as through your grace, to obtain life.

Walk The Line

What darkness lies in the shadows cast?
Mysterious beings haunted with the shrill cries of their past.
I walk the line, unwilling to choose.
Hesitation, fear, so much to lose.
The darkness beckons me seal my fate;
To the shifty shadows, the tainted road many choose to take.
I stop to take a breath, my petrified heart pounding in my chest.
My interest sparks to an angel's cries,
I lift my head to examine with my eyes.
As I stood still, the light kept moving.
The darkness was but a breath away...