Poems

Are you coming to the tree? I'm almost there, my friend. Come sit here with me under her branches. Taste the white grapes. They are more sweet than any other fruit. Ignore those who point and mock us—it profits them nothing, and we have these grapes to feast on. Sit here for a while; sing, write, and dance under the tree with me. I'll hand you some of the fruit so you can taste and understand his love for you and I. Look at those who point and mock at us real quickly. They stand in large buildings that have little to no foundation. They're blind, and it's quite a sad scene to look at. I hope they will see and walk out of there, and come here to taste these white fruits from this bright tree, so they can also taste of this love. The name of the building is Babylon—and great and terrible will it be for those who fall inside. When you taste her sweet grapes, you are never quite the same. You'll want to share them with everyone you know. Nothing can be so exquisite and so sweet as the joy you taste here under her branches and with her fruit. There was so much exquisite pain to reach the tree, but O how sweet it is now that we are here! Come have some more, and give it out to those who search. The burning in our hearts is so powerful and Oh so sweet!

The wonderful thing about him is he is always willing to forgive others if they change and try again. As often as people change and try again, he will forgive them and be merciful to them. He doesn't force others to do what he knows they should do, but he does try to convince them to do what is good, and he will protect and help those who try and follow his example and his advice. He is very protective of children and those who have good hearts. He will do all in his power to defend them from harm, to heal them from pains, and to curse and punish their abusers. His kindness is sweeter and gentler than anyone else's, and his comfort can bring peace to the most restless heart. Nothing can compare to the love and the peace he does bring. His wrath and anger is greater, more powerful, and more just than any other man. And his anger is towards those who hurt others and are unwilling to change, try again, and repair their wrongs.

I look into her amber eyes, Tired and so alone. I know it doesn't matter how long she tries It will never feel like home. The teeth so sharp, Her cold-blooded heart, The scales that itch, The pieces that can never be fixed. She once was a princess, She once was a girl She had all things in excess, She had beautiful brown curls Yet her eyes are the same; She doesn't need to be tamed. Her eyes shed a tear— I guess I should stop looking at the mirror.