Last love standing, standing on the ground
Embers quickly fading, in you my heart is found.
Sleep walking dreams laid out on pillow seams.
Shake me awake, you I take to rest in the bosom of purest gleam.
The shift of patterns dance to play my head once more, unraveling puzzled schemes that quickly wash ashore.
The sand beckons me to sweep with gentle stroke of hand, I press my chest upon the beat to romance in its land.
My eyes softly close, my lips speak your name
The setting sun praises you, your ship arrives, it is my home of claim.
(all rights belong to Keila Womack)
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Saturday, December 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
A Crown of Beauty.
As most of you know, the last five months have been life altering for me. On May 26th of 2011 I went blind in both eyes over a period of a day and a half. Waking up to darkness the morning of May 27th was a moment that has forever changed my perspective. The anxiety was overwhelming and I've never faced fear on such an intense level. I was rushed into an ophthalmologist who was stunned by my condition and nervously fluttered around his office gathering up his staff and nervously examining me. This didn't bring me any comfort and as I sat in darkness the tears poured and like any child of God, I asked God to be near me, to heal me, bring me to restoration. I was given a steroid drip the following morning to reduce the swelling in my optic nerves and the paper work was rushed to test me on anything slightly related to optic neuritis (swelling of the optic nerve). The pupil of my left eye was as big as my iris and my 6 year old son and I were calling it my 'shark eye' to make light of the situation. I'm sure I looked scary to my loved ones and let's just say, a scary eye contact wouldn't have been necessary if it was Halloween but it wasn't, it was Spring and I was missing out on seeing the bloom of flowers! I've always felt like I'm a compassionate soul, but I have never understood it to the depth that I do now. Of course I've prayed for people who are deaf, blind and sick before but now I am moved to understand just how much it means to lack in these areas and most of all, have absolute NO control of the situation.
Just two weeks after steroid treatments a healing team came over and prayed for me, this is when my right eye began to heal at a great speed and when I went in the following day to the Doctor he was excited to see the improvement because he stated in his paperwork that he had little hope I would ever regain my sight at all. Some days I cry over the permenant loss of sight in my left eye but other days I rejoice that I have one eye at 90%. Yes, this is our human nature, isn't it? We are creatures of emotion and every moment plays out differently. One moment victorious, 5 minutes later-defeat. Never once have I been angry with God, somehow I know he is using this to deepen the character lines in the depth of my soul, making the essence of who I am even richer and ever greater. Just the week before I lost my sight I went up to my favorite spot on Mount Lemon and cried out to God. I wrote a letter and released it into the wind. What that letter entails is intimate and only the Lord holds its thoughts. I poured out heart and tears. When I released it I told God that I didn't want to waste my life wandering, I wanted it to count for something, that I didn't want to live selfishly, but I wanted my life to be used in whatever way that would change people, heal people. Now that I say this, I feel like the scripture in Isaiah 61:3 is brought to life...'the spirit of the Lord is upon me, he has anointed me to bind up the brokenhearted.' Am I saying God caused this? I will never point my finger and blame God, but I do believe he allows these very painful things to produce in us understanding of his great compassion. Honestly, I don't know that I truly had the level of compassion to bind up those that were broken hearted before this incident. I was blind, but now I see. YES, that's it! Just as that song was written by a once slave trader, when his spiritual eyes were opened, HE saw and changed the course of action in his life. Perhaps, when we face pain in life, instead of staying in the midst of sorrow-letting our lives remain 'stuck', we should allow it to put us on a new course and embrace our Crown of Beauty 'to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning....' This is the moment we receive our crown, in our lowly and broken times. When Jesus was broken and mutilated he wore a crown. Although it was a crown of mockery, in his eyes was it his crown in exchange for the ashes of his brokenness and sacrifice for our lives. I believe many of us are wounded, disappointed, hurt, betrayed and therefore we are angry, become numb, lose hope, abandon our crowns and accept ashes. This is not God's plan. He does not wish that his children suffer but I think I was blinded for a time to be made to see in a spiritual aspect that the crown was waiting for me amongst the ashes of my life the whole time but I couldn't see it until NOW, until suffering and loss.
Throughout this journey i have learned a lot, received prophetic words, and have tried as best as possible to hold my head up high and let this better my life and not rob me of living, breathing and feeling. In conclusion God has directed my steps in such perfect order. Through people I hardly know, I was directed to a top Neuro/Optho specialist who was intrigued with my story and got me in within weeks when the facility is booked 6 months out. Then, when insurance denied me a generous woman payed the doctor's visit. This specialist and 4 of her residents examined me, MRI's, spinal tap fluid, blood work, numerous eye tests and within 5 hours they pieced together what caused this to happen to me. In the great southwest we have been somewhat plagued with kissing bugs who carry numerous virus' and diseases. In fact, the feed on pack rats who cary disgusting diseases. Over a period of a month and a half I was bitten about 12-15x, each time leaving softball sized pockets of swelling all over my arms and face. They are attracted to the carbonmonoxide we breath while sleeping and particularly like the pheromones women release. These little suckers fly and all it takes is having one hide out in your house and they come out at night like blood sucking vampires. The doctor said the reason I was feeling dizzy and fatigued was because my body was being attacked virally and with each bite, I became more viral. In some cases people have died from these insects but in my case she explained that I am so healthy my body went into overdrive and my immune system went into attack mode to rid me of the virus' and therefore, pulling blood away from the central nerves in my eyes causing the optic swelling and by the time the doctor's discovered it, it was too late and the swelling squeezed my nerve to death in my left eye. However, I rejoice because I could've died. Let me level the scales: death, or waking up to kiss my children with one less eye! Hahaha.... And the cool thing is that my case is going to be written up in a medical journal, so I am happy that this will help others as I felt crazy at times for following my gut instinct that kissing bugs caused my eye loss. God directed every step and now it will be a reference for doctors and patients to follow in cases similar to mine.
All this to say that maybe hope is born of suffering. For me, hope remains. He is the potter who can fix me, whether it be emotionally or physically, he will restore me and he will restore you!
Isaiah 61
1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,[a]
2 to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.
4 They will rebuild the ancient ruins
and restore the places long devastated;
they will renew the ruined cities
that have been devastated for generations.
5 Strangers will shepherd your flocks;
foreigners will work your fields and vineyards.
6 And you will be called priests of the LORD,
you will be named ministers of our God.
You will feed on the wealth of nations,
and in their riches you will boast.
7 Instead of your shame
you will receive a double portion,
and instead of disgrace
you will rejoice in your inheritance.
And so you will inherit a double portion in your land,
and everlasting joy will be yours.
8 “For I, the LORD, love justice;
I hate robbery and wrongdoing.
In my faithfulness I will reward my people
and make an everlasting covenant with them.
9 Their descendants will be known among the nations
and their offspring among the peoples.
All who see them will acknowledge
that they are a people the LORD has blessed.”
10 I delight greatly in the LORD;
my soul rejoices in my God.
For he has clothed me with garments of salvation
and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness,
as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest,
and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
11 For as the soil makes the sprout come up
and a garden causes seeds to grow,
so the Sovereign LORD will make righteousness
and praise spring up before all nations.
Just two weeks after steroid treatments a healing team came over and prayed for me, this is when my right eye began to heal at a great speed and when I went in the following day to the Doctor he was excited to see the improvement because he stated in his paperwork that he had little hope I would ever regain my sight at all. Some days I cry over the permenant loss of sight in my left eye but other days I rejoice that I have one eye at 90%. Yes, this is our human nature, isn't it? We are creatures of emotion and every moment plays out differently. One moment victorious, 5 minutes later-defeat. Never once have I been angry with God, somehow I know he is using this to deepen the character lines in the depth of my soul, making the essence of who I am even richer and ever greater. Just the week before I lost my sight I went up to my favorite spot on Mount Lemon and cried out to God. I wrote a letter and released it into the wind. What that letter entails is intimate and only the Lord holds its thoughts. I poured out heart and tears. When I released it I told God that I didn't want to waste my life wandering, I wanted it to count for something, that I didn't want to live selfishly, but I wanted my life to be used in whatever way that would change people, heal people. Now that I say this, I feel like the scripture in Isaiah 61:3 is brought to life...'the spirit of the Lord is upon me, he has anointed me to bind up the brokenhearted.' Am I saying God caused this? I will never point my finger and blame God, but I do believe he allows these very painful things to produce in us understanding of his great compassion. Honestly, I don't know that I truly had the level of compassion to bind up those that were broken hearted before this incident. I was blind, but now I see. YES, that's it! Just as that song was written by a once slave trader, when his spiritual eyes were opened, HE saw and changed the course of action in his life. Perhaps, when we face pain in life, instead of staying in the midst of sorrow-letting our lives remain 'stuck', we should allow it to put us on a new course and embrace our Crown of Beauty 'to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning....' This is the moment we receive our crown, in our lowly and broken times. When Jesus was broken and mutilated he wore a crown. Although it was a crown of mockery, in his eyes was it his crown in exchange for the ashes of his brokenness and sacrifice for our lives. I believe many of us are wounded, disappointed, hurt, betrayed and therefore we are angry, become numb, lose hope, abandon our crowns and accept ashes. This is not God's plan. He does not wish that his children suffer but I think I was blinded for a time to be made to see in a spiritual aspect that the crown was waiting for me amongst the ashes of my life the whole time but I couldn't see it until NOW, until suffering and loss.
Throughout this journey i have learned a lot, received prophetic words, and have tried as best as possible to hold my head up high and let this better my life and not rob me of living, breathing and feeling. In conclusion God has directed my steps in such perfect order. Through people I hardly know, I was directed to a top Neuro/Optho specialist who was intrigued with my story and got me in within weeks when the facility is booked 6 months out. Then, when insurance denied me a generous woman payed the doctor's visit. This specialist and 4 of her residents examined me, MRI's, spinal tap fluid, blood work, numerous eye tests and within 5 hours they pieced together what caused this to happen to me. In the great southwest we have been somewhat plagued with kissing bugs who carry numerous virus' and diseases. In fact, the feed on pack rats who cary disgusting diseases. Over a period of a month and a half I was bitten about 12-15x, each time leaving softball sized pockets of swelling all over my arms and face. They are attracted to the carbonmonoxide we breath while sleeping and particularly like the pheromones women release. These little suckers fly and all it takes is having one hide out in your house and they come out at night like blood sucking vampires. The doctor said the reason I was feeling dizzy and fatigued was because my body was being attacked virally and with each bite, I became more viral. In some cases people have died from these insects but in my case she explained that I am so healthy my body went into overdrive and my immune system went into attack mode to rid me of the virus' and therefore, pulling blood away from the central nerves in my eyes causing the optic swelling and by the time the doctor's discovered it, it was too late and the swelling squeezed my nerve to death in my left eye. However, I rejoice because I could've died. Let me level the scales: death, or waking up to kiss my children with one less eye! Hahaha.... And the cool thing is that my case is going to be written up in a medical journal, so I am happy that this will help others as I felt crazy at times for following my gut instinct that kissing bugs caused my eye loss. God directed every step and now it will be a reference for doctors and patients to follow in cases similar to mine.
All this to say that maybe hope is born of suffering. For me, hope remains. He is the potter who can fix me, whether it be emotionally or physically, he will restore me and he will restore you!
Isaiah 61
1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,[a]
2 to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.
4 They will rebuild the ancient ruins
and restore the places long devastated;
they will renew the ruined cities
that have been devastated for generations.
5 Strangers will shepherd your flocks;
foreigners will work your fields and vineyards.
6 And you will be called priests of the LORD,
you will be named ministers of our God.
You will feed on the wealth of nations,
and in their riches you will boast.
7 Instead of your shame
you will receive a double portion,
and instead of disgrace
you will rejoice in your inheritance.
And so you will inherit a double portion in your land,
and everlasting joy will be yours.
8 “For I, the LORD, love justice;
I hate robbery and wrongdoing.
In my faithfulness I will reward my people
and make an everlasting covenant with them.
9 Their descendants will be known among the nations
and their offspring among the peoples.
All who see them will acknowledge
that they are a people the LORD has blessed.”
10 I delight greatly in the LORD;
my soul rejoices in my God.
For he has clothed me with garments of salvation
and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness,
as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest,
and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
11 For as the soil makes the sprout come up
and a garden causes seeds to grow,
so the Sovereign LORD will make righteousness
and praise spring up before all nations.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
reminiscence of a dove
Stammering, stifling, symptoms of my love.
Rousing, riddling, reminiscence of a dove.
Abounding, admonishing, admittance of weakness.
Billowing, blustering, bluffness defense.
Unrequited, unique, unending wall of bleakness.
*All rights belong to Keila Coate Womack*
Rousing, riddling, reminiscence of a dove.
Abounding, admonishing, admittance of weakness.
Billowing, blustering, bluffness defense.
Unrequited, unique, unending wall of bleakness.
*All rights belong to Keila Coate Womack*
Monday, August 29, 2011
My.Play.Right.
I hold pain dear, while you keep your memories ever clear.
You remove the dust like it never existed, I bottle every grain to keep close, all that you threw out and resisted.
Your words are my play right, But your hands clench and your heart is shut up tight.
~k (all rights belong to Keila Coate Womack)
You remove the dust like it never existed, I bottle every grain to keep close, all that you threw out and resisted.
Your words are my play right, But your hands clench and your heart is shut up tight.
~k (all rights belong to Keila Coate Womack)
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Our Song
I pledge silence, I seek resistance,
But the driving force of you pulls ever consistent.
A play on my heart, your name I ignore,
I toss our song at sea, the tide returns it to shore.
~Keila Marie
Friday, July 22, 2011
::YOU::(Inside Description)
You have a dark smile & a shadowy wit about you. Your soft eyes sing a melody so subtle, yet clear, soothing the souls who care to draw near.
Sometimes you gleam & shout your inner tears, but you keep well kept your utmost fears & when leaked ink spills them, you pray they fall on deaf ears.
Clovers stain your satin skin,complimented by charcoal etchings in your pronounced chin.
Poetry formulates the chemistry within. Letters & dots map out your chivalry, you are truly a treasure to win.
By Keila
(all rights belong to Keila M Womack)
Sometimes you gleam & shout your inner tears, but you keep well kept your utmost fears & when leaked ink spills them, you pray they fall on deaf ears.
Clovers stain your satin skin,complimented by charcoal etchings in your pronounced chin.
Poetry formulates the chemistry within. Letters & dots map out your chivalry, you are truly a treasure to win.
By Keila
(all rights belong to Keila M Womack)
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
L♥ve Letters.
Just recently I have submerged my hunger for love into a romantic collection of 17th-19th century poems and Love Letters by 'Everyman's Library Pocket Poetry.' Written words ranging from great poets such as John Keats to the French Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte. As of late I have taken time away with these love letters, filled a bath, lit candles, turned on music and have had a glimpse into the love life of many. It's a beautiful thing to be on the 'outside' of love per say...to be a witness to that which people share so deeply, intensely, & unselfishly. I believe that along the way to our 20th century travels our passion for love has been slowly shaved away by overwhelming schedules and unending reliance of technology. It's not that we don't feel love or passion for someone, it's that we are so wrapped up in the daily nuisance of living the demanding schedule lined in our blackberrys or iPhones, that we forget what it's like to properly process and express our feelings. We've lost simplicity. For example, most text messages are a summary of a larger message we want to send. We've lost our luster for sweet verbiage, expression of the want that should bleed from our ball point pens. I'm terribly saddened that letter writing has almost become a thing of the past. Letters are such a personal piece of an individual. WORDS hold power & meaning, especially when written on a piece of paper that can preserve a message for ages. Even the interpretation of the receiver's perspective of the deliverer's handwriting...the way he dots his 'i's', the way she signs her name...all precious land marks on the page for the beholder's keeping. The allure of every written detail. Not to mention the small detail that most men and women refuse to divulge such feelings on paper. God forbid the person doesn't reciprocate your love letter, right? Are you a fool for putting your heart on paper? If you ask my opinion, I say NEVER a fool is the one who lives by passion and holds not a care of human mockery, nor rejection. I have made a fool of myself many times by being an open festering wound for love but the person I express it to never has to go to their grave wondering how I felt for them. So I ask you, who should you profess your love for on paper? Don't let fear keep you from sharing what's inside. Vulnerability has been covered in reckless pride. Be open, be free. Maybe even release your first letter into the wind...it's good practice because once you give the words away, they belong to the one who receives it! LET IT GO! Ah, 'tis a sweet thing. I'm a corny person and I DON'T care! Hahah.
Here's a few excerpts from different love letters in 'Every Man's Library Pocket Poets':
Bernard Shaw to Stella Cambell February 14, 1913
'I must break myself of this: there is some natural magic in it, some predestined adorability for me in you, that makes me quite reckless when I am within reach of you...'
John Keats to Fanny Brawne October 19, 1819
'My Creed is love and you are its only tenet. You have ravished me away by a power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist until I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often 'to reason against the reasons of my Love'. I can do that no more-the pain would be too great. My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.'
Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine Bonaparte 1796
'The day you say 'I love you less', will mark the end of my love and the last day of my life. If my heart were base enough to love without being loved in return I would tear it to pieces.'
Gustave Flaubert to Louise Colet September 18,1846
'You have awakened all that was slumbering, or perhaps decaying, within me!'
Katherine Mansfield 1918
'you might drop your heart into me & you'd never hear it touch bottom.'
Here's a few excerpts from different love letters in 'Every Man's Library Pocket Poets':
Bernard Shaw to Stella Cambell February 14, 1913
'I must break myself of this: there is some natural magic in it, some predestined adorability for me in you, that makes me quite reckless when I am within reach of you...'
John Keats to Fanny Brawne October 19, 1819
'My Creed is love and you are its only tenet. You have ravished me away by a power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist until I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often 'to reason against the reasons of my Love'. I can do that no more-the pain would be too great. My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.'
Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine Bonaparte 1796
'The day you say 'I love you less', will mark the end of my love and the last day of my life. If my heart were base enough to love without being loved in return I would tear it to pieces.'
Gustave Flaubert to Louise Colet September 18,1846
'You have awakened all that was slumbering, or perhaps decaying, within me!'
Katherine Mansfield 1918
'you might drop your heart into me & you'd never hear it touch bottom.'
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
.Lasting Bravery.
I open up my arms in defenseless honesty,
And show my shamed side of fragile hypocrisies.
Every lover is blinded by the skin that they see,
Some love weakens, this one only deepens.
I sent away my dreams as I lay my head on your shoulder,
With every song my heart beats, is yours growing colder?
To love someone takes lasting bravery,
It surpasses the greatest men of war in suited cavalry.
Every written word depicts your face much bolder,
My truth sings on like a 1900's tune, it remains & grows ever older.
~Keila Marie
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Keila Marie Womack
Keila Marie Womack: "Momma, You remind me of how to be, you pick me up when I skin my knee. You give a look of strength even when you feel weak. You give your tears to relentless prayer and pour over your children anointed wisdom. You are always shining, even when days are dark. You are always loving, your arms draw in closed distances when we're apart. Thank you for holding my hand from the start"
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Concealed Key.
The flow of crimson perfume,
Not enough gauze can consume.
Apply pressure, sew its severed walls,
The delicacy of raw feeling is where it falls.
Awkward beauty in the let down,
Twisted in flaws.
Rebuild my chambers, lock the vault.
There is no one to blame, I'm the fool, it's my fault.
One hand covers my chest, the other held out as a lover's halt.
Do not tress pass, don't come close.
See this face, I will be your ghost.
Your lips I suffer for, I want you most.
Only return when your heart can play a lover's plea.
Your eyes are blind now, you do not yet see,
That your journey of mystery is to find the concealed key.
By Keila Marie
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Road.
The road remains unclear for all who travel here, but the mystery is the treasure each traveler holds dear.
~K (March 7,2011)
~K (March 7,2011)
Pounding in the chambers of my mind.
My thoughts always seem to travel to where you are,
If you're missing your heart, you'll find it pounding in the chambers of my mind.
My ribcage rises as I inhale a breath to sing your name,
It cries out in frozen embers that catch the cold air's refrain.
Gloom-ed creatures fly overhead,
Their existence tells me this love still lives.
I see you shine just above the clouds,
You are too high to reach down,You are a King, so far above me.
The jewels of your crown are not to be touched by my peasant hand,
For I am below you, I belong on the lowly ground.
I wait for your eyes to find me,
Your pupils to spread over my brow, the hazel majesty of your sight to save me.
I need the warmth of your lips on my head, your hand around my waist,
Your words to tuck me in, remind me I'm alive.
Blush my cheek with yours to remove the image of death from my forgotten face,
Tell me you remember that my love stands out amongst them all.
Don't gaze upon me like a stranger,
My imprint still belongs on your soul.
The thorn of you can not be removed from my flesh,
I bear your scar, I am your reflection.
Fill your hands, wash your face, wake your senses,
Let gravity bring you back down to meet with me.
~by Keila (March 7,2011)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Hang Me Out To Dry
Hang me out to dry,
For I've been drenched in bitter tears.
Days like these are mounted on marbled headstones.
Death is leaning into me, here to rob my love.
It was my own who put me out in disdain,
Rejected me and hid away in safety,
Left me to wander alone.
He took refuge in his skin, sunken corpse.
His eyes shut, he forgets me.
(January 11,2011)~by Keila
Alone In Us
Why can't we steal moments,
Define our own gravity.
Encompass a world of make believe,
I'll wipe my tears on your sleeve.
In our little perfect fantasy,
Let your arms encounter me.
Take some time to fall in love,
Dance our feet into the wind.
Start our song where it began,
Open your eyes, my kiss you win.
My prince, my savior, my kinsman.
In the land you can be free,
No need to hide your self away.
Safety's in my love, remain, stay,
We are not promised another today.
Quickly, come escape life's tragedies with me,
Alone in us... you see.
~by Keila
Define our own gravity.
Encompass a world of make believe,
I'll wipe my tears on your sleeve.
In our little perfect fantasy,
Let your arms encounter me.
Take some time to fall in love,
Dance our feet into the wind.
Start our song where it began,
Open your eyes, my kiss you win.
My prince, my savior, my kinsman.
In the land you can be free,
No need to hide your self away.
Safety's in my love, remain, stay,
We are not promised another today.
Quickly, come escape life's tragedies with me,
Alone in us... you see.
~by Keila
Maddened Wreckage
Life has battered and bruised me.
It has taken me captive in its unforgiving chambers.
I search but know no end to this maddened wreckage.
I cry out for God to answer.
When will this chaos end?
I am the drum, he beats on me.
Does peace advise a friend?
A rage has struck down on me.
God, where's the restoring mend?
(October 16,2010)~by Keila
It has taken me captive in its unforgiving chambers.
I search but know no end to this maddened wreckage.
I cry out for God to answer.
When will this chaos end?
I am the drum, he beats on me.
Does peace advise a friend?
A rage has struck down on me.
God, where's the restoring mend?
(October 16,2010)~by Keila
I'm a liar.
Yes, I'm a liar, for what I live in my dreams is not what I live in my present state of reality.
(December 14,2010)~by Keila
(December 14,2010)~by Keila
Tighten Your Wing Around Me
I feel like my insides are fading out,
Turning to an empty shallow of shadowed space.
Falling like my bodies waste,
Carrying embers of a fire that has burned out.
Confusion and self doubt mock me,
My stomach turns to a sickening as emotions take hold of me.
Anxiety's of breath push my chest in a hovering suffocation,
Answers I know not, just deepened thought.
Swirling, stiffening, let go of me,
This coma is raping me of my victory.
Lord, may your strength and Majesty cover me.
Peace be still, tighten your wing around me,
Let my blackened eyes see your love is my destiny.
(September 29,2010) ~by Keila
Turning to an empty shallow of shadowed space.
Falling like my bodies waste,
Carrying embers of a fire that has burned out.
Confusion and self doubt mock me,
My stomach turns to a sickening as emotions take hold of me.
Anxiety's of breath push my chest in a hovering suffocation,
Answers I know not, just deepened thought.
Swirling, stiffening, let go of me,
This coma is raping me of my victory.
Lord, may your strength and Majesty cover me.
Peace be still, tighten your wing around me,
Let my blackened eyes see your love is my destiny.
(September 29,2010) ~by Keila
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Nameless Ship
My soul is in your glass,
My heart rages as a sweltering sea,
Blue willows weep as you look past me.
My body stirs as a nameless ship,
A beacon of light to a pirates coin
--Summoned flip.
I've mastered my dreams to make believe,
Spinning tales of a world where we can be.
Islands of visions, moons in star lit skies,
Dark winding roads vanish confusion by brightened fireflies.
Floating in the vast essence of your mind,
Our faces enriched oil without a fading of turpentine.
A picture painting of our history,
A story told of our love,
How it remains and will forever be.
~k
Open Umbrella
This broken heart will carry you
These empty lungs will intoxicate you.
My open umbrella will catch your tears
Rebuild your weakness and bottle your fears.
Selfless vows will rejuvenate dried veins
I will straighten you out on my back bridged cane.
When life abandons you on mountainous terrains
I will quench your thirst with pouring rains.
~k
These empty lungs will intoxicate you.
My open umbrella will catch your tears
Rebuild your weakness and bottle your fears.
Selfless vows will rejuvenate dried veins
I will straighten you out on my back bridged cane.
When life abandons you on mountainous terrains
I will quench your thirst with pouring rains.
~k
Sunday, January 9, 2011
'Just Pray'
Four Falling Stars*.:.*
There a moment in time stands frozen in my mind
A moonlit silhouette of us there.
Captured by your hands, safe in such embrace
The stars whispered glow on your perfection.
A thousand times I've played our scene in my dreams
Feasted my hunger on the sweetness of your lips.
The Universe draws us in like the tide of the ocean
Four falling stars of a fate we can not win.
In the depth of you I stare
Lost in your eyes, pulling in superfluous memories.
I can not move on, nor can I begin
For I'm lost in a world with you there.
~Keila
~Keila
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