Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
In pitch dark, I float on water, peaceful. Busyness of the world, silent for now. Holy Spirt lifts my arms, silent prayers linger.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
One day, will I feel put together and finished? Is that a concept?
Attention, they stand. Fork in the road, or jail too? She likes their glimmer.
Crowd of flowers, turn their faces, clapping their hands, for myriad-pyramid-bird-formation. They are preying on the South,
Divorce feels like hell But marriage was even worse “Wheels of justice turn… ~ S l o w l y…”
Behind brightest smile Lives pain and grief aplenty She shines like the sun
Hungry healing Lingers at altars Holy Come forward It’s not as scary as it feels like at first Prayers Like incense
Parenting is tough Single parenting shudders the shutters of soul
Rest in high hammock Of safe corners of my mind Yes, you’re safe with me
They changed the world, one day at a rhyme, despite negativity and worldly slime. Some conquered physics, and some did the unthinkable,
Dear Orange Panda, How did you become orange? Were you born this way? ~ Dear Orange Panda, I sure hope you write back soon!
“Trying to make ends M e e t - they did not warn me, Well.” Penny said to Well.
