prefer scenic route
never ever same way twice
we met under blue moon
our connection Divine
too much for others to handle
our telepathic love unmatchable
coulda shoulda wouldas don’t count
either path chosen difficult
perfect way I’ve said before
your man I am
waiting
wanting
learning
growing
building
healing
fighting
every single blessed day
serving The Holy Spirit
surviving torture
of being apart.
Day Gun
what is left
who shall be
where is meaning found
sinking trauma scene
can’t turn back
only putter ahead
a solo journey
when Holy Spirit turns Her Head
reason unclear
Greater purpose unfolding
few friends left
hanging’ out lonely
magnets stay cold
self healing not aloud
still wanting to see you
again
somehow.
Day Gun
The Holy Spirit’s
inspiration to do it
too much spiritual interference
keeping us apart
a psychic ninja
with wild open heart
I’m waiting on next dance
when we see each other again
know even if you choose
some other lucky fella
your rings are here with me
for safe keeping.
Day Gun
living isn’t easy
at least this place and time
choice is simple
sellout your essence
or serve The Holy Spirit
our two options
last call to align
why keep settling
for mind control
broadcasted lies
for me it’s simple
I want to live grow wiser and love
maybe meaning can be found
in the madness encompassing our lives.
Day Gun
she inspires me
like no other
since first moment
our eyes locked
I understood
long wait is over
true love arrived
now all that’s left
to meet again
and be
with each other.
Day Gun
slipped out and into
somewhere different
not pushed but gradual
a wish not conscious
slow burn
turned to flame
my mistakes cried
for fresh
deeper way
lifestyle patterns
create private message
maybe change suffer less
messages arrive in subtle waves
pray only to The Holy Spirit
our greatest gift
unpack today.
Day Gun
few can hear
freedom song
from The Shutup Chorus
they’d rather die in fear
choosing ignorance
as coffin
thing about allies
playing together
even if one falls
we just keep multiplying
so never stop
seeing a brighter future
revolution is here
so best start improving.
Day Gun
woke up
with fancy pants
in my heart
once again
today is greatest day
since street dance
rolled down a slippery slope
landed in demon pit
been clawing my way back up
ever since
gratitude doesn’t capture
what I’m feeling
I thank the Holy Spirit
for helping us heal
from 126 days
of being broken.
Day Gun
she drove by
excited scared glowing
no disguise
could have had coffee
maybe sweet glance
may have blown my only chance
patient like 246,874 years
well worth the wait
greatest dancer I’ve ever seen
our last lifetime
to get love right
honey chaos
please bless and protect her
every lonely day
each longest night.
Day Gun
essence can’t be taken
only bribed away
parents must protect their young
wouldn’t you say
evil does
what it wants
without thought of consequence
The Holy Spirit watches eternally
even angels can lose their wings
from rotten corruption
ever present
up to each and every being
serve God or lose your meaning.
Day Gun
patient
lovers find
ease.
sometimes darkness spills over
on all sides
our ship may stray
not water tight
yet we paddle
keep paddling right
even spinning in circles
may serve sometimes
always striving
for better nights
when not alone
stable safe arms
warm hearts
cuddled
for first time.
Day Gun
Love
our
sacred
treasure
without we are lost lonely confused
shipwrecks prone to self abuse
tools pushing evil’s ruse
wandering dark stark in park of fools
dragging long black bag ancestral refuse
teased and tempted by booby traps
blind hell tourists hot cold feeling test no map
alas our bruises become muscle mass
strength through failure when owning past
blessed those who stay desert course
God eternally roots for untruth divorce.
Day Gun
such a spaz
sacredy cat
almost mute
except spit tacks
reflection mirrored
projection scene
shadow surfaces
in everybody
telepathy will be missed
biggest fan
bless your heart
I know it well
remember this
one simple thing
you’ll always be
favorite dream.
Day Gun
