I am a Pawn on a chessboard. I have acquired the appointment of moving a square at a time, and I am fresh meat for all. I envy the Rook. I want to be able to move upon four directions like the Rook... Now I am the Rook and I've been appointed four directions to move upon. Right, Left, Back and Forth... I move. I capture! I am quite happy until I see the Bishop. I envy the Bishop. I want to be able to move upon four directions diagonally, like the Bishop... Now I am the Bishop, moving diagonal...

Drops of water locked in ice... Savory crystal's brittle cold. Hearts that weather spring-time meltings, bid ado to futures' Untold... More profound, confused members, Longing embers, stick's decay... Wooded hills replete yet senile, Still, I wash the warmth away. Blinded sights of past and present, hiding from the radiant Son... As abandoned houses: Archaic Titles, His tethered frame, and name we shun. Liquid anguish, covered meadows, puddles ignorance at my feet, and advance to chambers bou...

So, I sitteth, longly, talking to favor myself... 'Tis a common plea, of mine own world 'tis make-believe...and so begins my privy... Thinking only: I dialogue to the Glorious Best & figment a man of reluctant rest... "...And shoulds't thy decision be precise; to build thy palace absent me, then I beseesh--prithee! Let my vow e'er be!" O' vow! "I shall sitteth a good fight 'pon thy palace walls & decree, 'til thy life's heart beats 'bout me! I wilt woo all manner of creation, the stars too sh...

My own fault comes to light, each and every day and night; To say what's first on my mind, stubborn regret embraces time... Life spouts dilemma my own way, as I place blame on God's dismay. But as He allows it, resigned I'll be, as Challenge embodies passage for me... Freedom appoints on me a choice, and heeds apt ear to inner-voice... "Make final..." whispers Decision's Host, "...Of right, not wrong, make the most." Now Freedom affords, as contest begins displays of needs in discipline, when...

No one knows her pain & aching sorrow. No one knows her laughing off tomorrow. No one knows she moves among the dark. No one knows she plays just a dolls part. A light seizes her only to burn out. A candle flickers knowin' every voice she shouts. A gale whispers past her insecurity. A nail punctures her hope & her purity. Chorus- But it's not too late, I know you've lost your faith, If this is fate, I know you will think & debate. It's not too late I know you've lost your faith, If you won't ...

Wicked deeds, induced needs telling of another... God's our Father, but we'd rather have satan as our brother. Bad is good, good is bad who's to say what's better? When murdering babies, are doused with maybes and justified with a letter! Prayer's are outlawed, school-killings back-logged as people disguise all blame. Hearts against God are soon to be lawed the fashionable way to gain. So forgive us all, for our daily fall, I beg this in Jesus' name!

Silence is deafening damaging my ear. Dreams lack passion, He's no longer near. Yet there's one thing worse than this unseen greed, & that one thing is... he'll not have me at his feet. Yet there's one thing worse than this unstable zest, & that one thing is... he'll not have me at his head. Yet there's one thing worse than this unobtrusive pride, & that one thing is... he didn't want me at his side.

Daily cut you into thought; wonderment into life is toss'd. I breathe in air yet empty-handed, my heart is left so well-branded... Day by day, same routine... yet creativity bursts the seam. Still, plaintive sanity with prayers bring, sufferable purpose to life serene... O' I honor them who endure those silent nights long and unsure, without Clue's mercy to present it's cryptic answers lacking relent... O'will the sun re-appear? The likes of you flatters "Unclear". Blinded and asking, "Was lo...

Though for years I dreamt I looked, yet never having found, the love two share, the love he took, the love buried underground. And though how empty I might feel, let that be of no indication, All of that pain is every bit real because pain deflects fabrication. And when I think back in time, I see no reason to regret, anything except for the hideous crime, of telling me, this child, she's inept. For feeling unsuitable for so long, can make even successful souls fail, and when I remember how m...

"Faith Standing" by Donya Yount-Mason Shades of brilliant crimson set deep beneath the picture frame. Walls hanging sounds of vengeful hounds which strengthen her darkened pain. Distorted faces hover over this tainted, long awaited end. Fading into mysterious advice, from a distant non-existent friend. Yet while in this brittle coldness, Faith disrupts her still fear... By surrounding the seeker, and haunting the meeker with forgotten wounds of yesteryear.