#WriteFree365 – Day 333: Run to the Sun

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(This is one of my favorite songs, and I’ve lived it more as I’ve gotten older.  Day 333…)

I wish we could run to the Sun and never come back…

I wish we could die.
Before you call to have me committed
I don’t want life with you to be over.
I want
Our lives
In this world
To end
I’d haunt sit through the apocalypse
Just to rid us of the tarnish this world has in its atmosphere

At least you get to go.
At least before we part
You got hear me profess my love for you
And you can have that while you journey to a better place

I wish we could end life as we know it
So you didn’t have to die.

#WriteFree365 – Day 326: Love Bomb

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(In the grand scheme of the world, this has been a draining year.  N*E*R*D has an idea.  Day 326…)

Don’t need another love song.  We need a love bomb, to just blow us away… friggin blow the lights out…

Writing
At times
Doesn’t feel like enough of an action
The pen being mightier than the sword
Has disclaimers written in invisible ink
That what I strike the paper with
May change the world
Like planting seed in dirt
Changes the world
Even if the other side of the planet never sees it

I need a nuclear peacehead
Divine weapon constructed from John 3:16
For the God in me so loved the world
That I want to destroy all this hate with an element in my words so unstoppable

But we don’t need recitation and prose
We need to be walking stanzas of compassion
Exploding when we touch another
Reloading as necessary
Our ammo is unlimited
Maybe
Someone on the other side of the world
Will see this mushroom cloud of hope
And change the world.

#WriteFree365 – Day 93: Provider

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(An interesting trait of a freewrite session is that should your fears infiltrate your words, you must write them to honor the freewrite.  With my birthday looming, assessment of Self is more frequent.  Day 93…)

Will I find my sanity where I find my glory?

I’ve never worried about myself
Even when depression and laziness formed an unholy alliance with my destruction as motive
There has been a mustard seed of assurance
That in the end
I would be okay.

I’ve always been unsure if i would be good enough for family
Not the family I was born into
The family I start
Now the childhood teasing weighs on my spirit
First comes love
Then comes marriage
Then comes baby in a baby carriage
If I’m able to provide

Provide
An act of service all men must perform.
If legacy matters
And it definitely matters
Then I must be a provider
I’ve already spelled kisses with She in a cherry blossom tree
Soon
Matrimony and parenthood will follow.
I’m old enough now that the hollow of not having my own examples of a provider in my life
Should not affect my future generations
But that doesn’t mean I’m not scared.

Fear of the unknown grows when I realize I won’t know success or failure until after
Experience doesn’t grant you its blessing until after you need it.
Hopefully I can continue believing
I’ll
We’ll be okay.