Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Leaves dance and moss sways Wind caresses, sun consoles I so miss your eyes
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Images seared deep in mind knots, corruption leaks through, as company rots. I can see why she chose him, alcoholism for the dastardly win.
At the altar now Pouring out a blessed vow Here, my head, I bow
I’m sick of evil Tears fall, depravity dark Light, now make your mark
There is great purpose in suffering and man's toil... I'll figure it out. ~ ~ Character grows strong
Dear Lord, Bless her with wisdom and revelation, thank you for her resounding elation; her praise is like none other in creation.
Let your life be your love song, long and joyful too. We have one chance now!
Lillies droop and laugh Cardinals and blue jays spat Dirt is fresh in toes
Bowling ball lump grows in throat, and tears well up from heart cistern. Desert dust drips from my freaking eyes, I run down where the rabbit hole lies.
Reaching and preaching Seeking and keeping the Truth Diffusing love bright
Pardon me one moment, while I don’t trust myself. Can’t stand for another mutiny, From my soul, From my soul. So, I’ll sit awhile here and ponder,
Plain doctor's office I will sail on the boat now In warm wall painting
