Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
I Sing Praises to You For you are Faithful and True Even when I was not wanting your Love When I was deep in Sin You were Faithful and True
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Mysterious paintings of unknown origin Hodge-podge panda figures Dusty roosters eying you from the corners Rusty keys of all shapes and sizes
I didn't realize how hard it would be watching my wife miscarry. Being married for just six short months, it feels like so much has occurred in such a short time.
They self-medicated with it. They worshipped it. They used it to tune out the noise in their heads. They knew it better than they knew themselves.
I always knew I was predestined for something great... Something revolutionary... Something groundbreaking... Then we hit the ground and everything changed...
Sky on fire Chosen ones soon to transpire This is it Sky is lit The Word came and went Heaven sent The clouds are roaring
I am only fourteen, but there is a lot of hurt and pain I've seen. I've been forced to do things, thus my story rings.
America, America... are you sure you should lead the way with 5G? America, America... how much will it take before you finally see?
Find her in the midst of her mental mess, in garments of peace may she dress. Show her the way, that you are her anchor,
I would never deny you! Who could do such a thing? I should have known better. You told me that I would deny you three times,
You feel overstimulated all the time, wonder how it began, searching for a sign. Layers of laundry on the floor stare, you wish you had the energy or the care.
It is that time of year again, when I remember where I've been, down that dark valley, get past it, heart, please, really...
