Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
I always wanted to be your hero, but you notice all the things I do wrong. I always wanted to be your hero, but I think you’re seeing I’m not that strong.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
He'll be back any day now. The signs are clear. Where is your heart ready to steer? He'll be back any day now. He’ll rescue me from life’s toil.
Holidays and birthday parties, they remind me of how broken my family is. Ever since I was little, I wanted to be like my brothers.
He painted a portrait with His words! He spoke and it was! Existence - Bang! And there it was! Why must we make it so complicated to understand?
It was a joyful night, not because the food was delicious, even though it was. It was a joyful night, not because the evening was peaceful on the patio,
round and around she went with him while I was home with the child beguiled… questions… round and around they went in my mind
antsy and angry threw the bomb the wedding party exploded what a waste my tears are like lava but the tears are not for them
a thirty year perfect storm of words and circumstances tumble weeds rioting dust smoking guns tingling I’m going to be me
looking for affirmation all around it lifts me up off the ground looking for affirmation from authority above or space below, love
white paint on ceiling reaches down three plates on table look up to frown dark furniture stands tall to a child, what could be the draw?
Meadow grass glowed blue and purple hues in the damp night air. Golden vines hung majestically from the trees. There was peace, and yet delightful suspense all around.
Peter, outspoken A strong voice for the Kingdom On the Rock he stood - - - Andrew knew the way That John the Baptist set first
