Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Crazed. Gazed. And. Longed. For. More. Focused. Locust. Eating. Away. My. Soul. Ransom. Random. Recollections. Down. Memory. Lane.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
On Monday I went in to work and saw a chunky-monkey. He said, “Hou hi ha hou ha ho” and he had just been bitten by a mosquito
Foggy brain didn't know what was wrong Until years later Now the scenes replay as a terrorizing song Mind is a treacherous trader
Father, You have created her to think that way she thinks. You have created her to notice the details she notices.
Of Purity and Chastity, Life's fuller elasticity. How easy it is for minds to fall, Or, slip into impure cave.
Thorn in his flesh Thorn in His side In Him, we will now abide Thorn in his flesh Thorn in His side Because of Him, many nights we cried
Those moments were captured and sentenced for many years, attempting every time to hold back the trapped, long-forgotten tears.
Let's step outside the comfort of the pew, and give to Him what is due. Sacrifice is a difficult kind of sweetness, but before we know it, we'll feel His completeness.
Where ya wanna go? Step, step, step. Are you ready? Let's go on up. Everybody's climbing. They're all doing it.
Father, Simplify her life in every possible way that you can, show her always, life's grand plan. Speak to her so that she knows it doesn't matter if clothes fit,
Success comes in many waves... Sometimes it comes by getting your G.E.D. Sometimes it comes by deciding to have a baby.
Never have I met you But I feel as if I have Never have I met you But we're connected Never have I met you But we're kindred spirits
