I am at your beck and call
Even when I don't want to be
Your will is greater than my own
Your path is better than my own
You are best for me
I study to be emulate you
Even when I don't want to
Your insight is better than my own
Your direction is better than my own
You are best for me
Fill me with your majesty oh God
Fill me with your peace
Your presence is better than my own
Your light is brighter than my own
You are best for me
With you is where I hope to be
With you is where I belong
Your kingdom is my true home
And for my true home I long
I am nothing without you, God
Amen
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Moni Staxx
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
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