Like A Sweet Fine Wine!

Me epistles, My poems
Have been to each of you my dear heartwarming friends, and acquaintances of my life. I am so beautifully blessed to have the most Gorgeous, Courageous, Influential movers and shakers in my circle of life!
To each of you,
You have been the bubbly surprises that fill my heart with love!
 Handsome,  Beautiful
Mind and Soul
Whom hold understanding and Riches of heart in highest regard.
Honesty, Nobilities
Your greatest attributes, and my Tender Mercies…
And your hugs and smiles conquer my vulnerabilities and sensitivity.
My soul shines remnants of our friendships, an any given time…
When we laughed, cherished, and unwantingly cried.
Life at our feet, and together we carry our burdens long haul
Together, the softer, through it all!
My love for each of you grows ripe along Vivacious Vine
As together we grow older, gracefully, like a sweet fine wine!
And as the good Lord barricades our Holdings of Sage
Let us raise our glasses to the importance of Saving Grace… for wage!
Myth*.
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All in The Name of Everyone

Dear Jesus,
Not much has changed since you left this Earth
The sun still shines in your honor
Moonbeams light the meaning of your name across the sky.
I’ve learned to read heavenly
By following shooting stars with the naked eye
The glory that I read, always makes me cry.
Babies still laugh away our tears
Tears still fall with the passing of loved ones dying,
No one really understands
But everyone is trying.
We’re all growing a Garden of Eden
Though failing miserably,
Because the hardest thing to grow
Seems to be harmony.
We are all growing older in this falling rain
Life is getting colder in each other’s pain.
We have forgotten to smell the roses
Jesus, as you know
We have become the thorns.
Quick to automatically hate
And toting guns to protect ourselves ..
From each other.
Jesus, we’re tired
What will become of us?
What will become our outcome?
We can’t sleep,
We can’t dream,
All in the name of everyone.

 

Myth*.
© 2013-2018 Myth (All rights reserved)

The Plague!

Dear Someone Forgot to love me,
Hear me oh Lord in Heaven’
‘For you know me well’!
Deemed, un fit, un-dipped, in the light of number 7
I am the coming of Hell …
The assumption created by lies
Wearing tell tale signs of “God forbid”
And all the makings of dark gray skies!
Truth be known, on any given living day ..
Oh Lord, I would drastically, be in the way!
I am ..
The other side of a story that is never heard
The after effect of a thrown bottle against a wall
Drip drying in the hypocrisies of the spoken word
In a skid row atmosphere being kicked into a corner, small!
The thumb sucking rumor that grew to horrendous
Prayed to be held in containment by bon fires out of control!
I am the guilty preposterous phantom, lingering in the guiltless
I have been quoted “ferociously, inadequately, null”!!
The optimal disgust being wished away
Ignored by self righteousness ignorance
Never to be independently considered in good condition
I am the look the other way
Purposely concocted
Yet I am a reminder, a repercussion, of  same actions on display!
Allow me to at least, make you feel satisfied, glorified,
For it is me, the outcast, who is The Plague!
Written for all living souls who are looked down upon by society.
Myth*.
© 2013-2018 Myth (All rights reserved)