Monthly Archives: August 2013

Life’s shoes

I’m merely a person seeking redemption

I want to fulfill my connection

To the world

So help me God as I find new shoes

My last ones were severely tampered with

My attitude was running wild

Clearly I was deceived by their platform

Hoping to numb their feats with the ground

Never really feeling what was bound

To get in their souls

My new ones will offer me freedom

With toes that are open facing the sun

I hope to model someone today

Someone that was once young

At heart

Help me gladden my miseries

And pour me into the richness of my destiny

And forever let your will be done

Don’t let me apologize anymore

For wearing holes through my shoes

Pardon my sores

And let them remind me

Of what was once binding me

As I lose my memories

Of my past and can only see it as

A fraction of my life.

MY life is in my satisfaction

As I wear what makes me happy

Today and tomorrow.

Posted by Aimee in Poetry

Deploy me into an action

So lonely that I must muse myself

Into an accord

Where I find

Restitution in my own

Laughter

Mark me with a kiss

That lifts my voice

And let it act

As a tone

That helps to mold me

Prosper me

Into the man

I see so far away

Bring closer

My fears

 So that I may mount

Them as I battle

For my own monument

And let me shatter

What seems hopeless

Of living in solitude

Bringing joy

To the one

That created my discharge

In field

Peel away my armor

And reduce me

To ensure

My mastery

Is endured

The right way.

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Light my path

Forgo my brilliance

And watch me dance

 Into the light that created

This gift

Of deliverance

Proportionate to insight

My fortress is resting

In a Disguise

Manifesting

A regal temptation

Admitting it’s

Resilience

Is as religious as

What shows through the sky

In light

Praising our days

With sight

Of the sun

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My position plays me into

A description only few

Can mark of

Tender memories

Pleasant anomalies

Programmed

For a consumption of life

We are handed a target

And it’s our job to find it

In action

So is it up to me to hit it

Or do I commit to just viewing

What meets my eye

In a simple try

To hold onto my ego

Is it most reigning in my past

Or is it always set in the future

How true it would seem to me

To be always challenged

Seeing where I might be

Shall I let go of what holds me back

Or is it leading me into a place

That I once met with the dice?

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What strokes me the most

Is much like what pokes at me

My conscience is about to draft me

Into a consciousness that takes

Me to levels

Without a real care of a reputation

I’m exhausted with being founded

In my desires that keep me grounded

I want to wake up and am taken

To depths only created by inception

That  is also something

Rather touched on

My profession teases me into confession

What is true is also new

And sentimentally abashed

So I recover with feelings that keep

Me inside myself hoping to stream in

A current proactive with

What is concurrent with a religion

Of loving myself through it all

With strands of joy leading me

To my very own reception.

Posted by Aimee in Poetry

So many thoughts come up to play

With my insight so relayed

Onto what costs me the most energy

I sit confused

Often infusing what can

Test me

Am I sincerely at trust

With who I am

Or Do I rest in such

Desire of what could be

So much at my hands

And how do I land

In a fraction of a matter

As if to only hold onto

A portion of what absorbs my passions

Posted by Aimee in Poetry

The dark brings the solstice

In terms of equating

Something innate

As much the same

As sacrificing one’s pain

Recollecting messages from above

Never comes from pleasure

But in much measure

Is the reason

Im afforded appeasement

You think your power is great

Let me tell you

In such a maze as these days

Creates

Such time is met

In bed

On the other side

Of what content is

So much comes to mind

In what is greater than I

I hope you lose this

As faith finds you

In new attire

From a place much higher

Resembling a taste that cures

All projects

This I now marked as

What was once

Complacent

Now seems adjacent

To a fact of rhyming

And skimming

I say much comes in an art

Same as dying

The dark brings as much glory

As the light

Without what blares

How do we dare

Counter what exceeds

To meet our needs

This is why I talk to God.

Posted by Aimee in Poetry

You take me to places

In my dreams

That tempt me

To say ‘how grand I could be”

Lifting my passions

And making me reach

As if I have no fears

And no more tears for this life

Because In you

I find my best

Attributes

Give me a power

And they may shower me

With a pride

That I find in myself

So many stories I lay at your door

Hoping you can see the true me

My destiny

Includes who it is I can be

And who I am today

Leads me

To realize

I already have my greatest love

In me

With you

We can be

Beyond a shadow of a doubt

The best couple

I’ve ever known of

My love

Without careless worries

And so in tune

Is the song that we declared as ours

So long ago

Let it tell our story tomorrow

As we live in countless predictions

That give us our benedictions

To lead our own way

With true love.

Posted by Aimee in Poetry