Fields of Dreams

Photo by Casila - Bus in Panama

I got fields of dreams,

Bright green grass and dandelions as far as the eyes can see,

I got fields of dreams,

A box of animal crackers and a bike with no trainers,

Then came darkness…

And even in darkness, those dreams still exist. 

What happened to you?

Self-hate, because they didn't love you.

Given up, because YOU didn’t understand your gift.

Swallowed up by addictions,

Drowned at the bottom of a bottle,

Toxic relationships with coat-tail dreamers,

Hope thieves with psychological witchery,

Frenemies & Family,

Envious & Jealous dream catchers,

Time measuring dictators & destructive image consultants.

Wickedness and Laughter!

This Precious Moment

Photo by Casila - Kissing Couple in Paris

I knew the sound of raindrops would orchestrate a moment in my life, music.I knew the joyful tears of angels would fall witnessing an unbelievable love story.
Written by God, but would it be mines.
I’d hoped with you, true love could be a possibility.
For me.

If I’d known you’d be showing me your true love today,
Unmasked,
I would have had the cute for you queued.
I’ve waited for this moment, perfected in my mind.
With you.

Perfection,
Timing,
All my imaginative, unnecessary.
In this precious moment.
In this declaration of the depths of your love…
… addressed to my soul.
With the romance of every note in your voice,
And the triumphant expression of your words,
With your heart disarmed.
Given to me unperfected.

Perfected.

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Stronger

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If I can not save the world

Please use me to save one soul,

Make me stronger.

Mountains to the east, mountains to the west,

All I feel…

All I feel are mountains,

When life looked bleak, I declared I had no possibilities,

He made it possible!

I’m living through His grace and mercy,

His grace and mercy continues to make me stronger.

Battlefield

Photo by Casila - Boats in London

I want to rid myself of this thinking
Overthinking,
The war with my mind
This consumption of lost time over possible defeat.

They come for my treasure
For that, I must withstand this war
Their eyes are filled with Greed,
Jealousy,
Envy,
I must protect my soul.

One Way

Photo by Casila - Street in Paris

How do I still exist?
Only through his grace,
When I was lost,
He gave me one way,
I didn’t know what was ahead,
My soul…hoping for one more chance.
Overwhelmed with fear, I was.
No choice but to have faith,
He has never failed me,
Saw me at my worst, and stayed.
Friend, Friendship, the keeper of my secrets,
The keeper of my soul,
The keeper of my every existence.
He gave me one way through this life,
All that I had to do was kneel
Ask for guidance
Dear God,
I’m asking now.

An Adult’s Cry

Photo by Casila - Buckingham Palace

He said I am royalty, 
But he is King.

Tried to force things,
I can do it all myself,
Now…I’m hoping for your help.
Please spoil me like you use to,
You use to do everything for me,
You use to do everything for me,
You use to do everything for me,
Everything, remember
Everything,
Can you please just fix it,
This one time please
Just give me one last time,
I’ll try not to mess it up,
Please answer, my prayer.
God, please.

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