The Gospel of Now (0500)

This is that moment in life when clichés are more than mere rhetoric

"Just do it"is gospel

That moment when
Excuses sound easier than the plan
When sleep soothes better than the pain

That moment when
Yesterday's failure is either a costly, wandering stream of spilled milk seeping into today
Or the breath of every possibility at birth
May your cry be a declaration

Less than 100 won't be enough today
Yes you awake with barely twenty

Where is your passion?
Did you waste its value on a lover who was never yours to have?
Or did you bury it

Beneath the weight of every regret you've ever consumed?

No

Neither was it in the yesterday you left behind

That spark abandoned

Extinguished by haunting doubts

As the sun so graciously rises on your tomorrow

Passion inspires from within
It breeds infinite possibilities waiting to take their first breath
Procrastination kills progress but, you're no murderer
Do not abort your dreams before you ever feel them kick

They are alive withinyou
Purpose made love to faith
Creating your vision
Just because you have yet to see them
Doesn't mean that they don't share your heart beat

He's not coming back,but you're still here

Your regrets aren’t as strong as the life within you
It has no hands with which to hold on with
If it's close, it's because you refuse to release it

Run with all your might
Press with all you've got
Passion isn't meant for tomorrow
It's purposed for the moment you wake

Dreaming is meant for sleep

Life is meant to belived with passion
As passion needs life to live
Rediscover yours
Let it breath, rekindling it's fire
Then, walk on out the gospel
Just do it

They Are - Afternoon in Spring - National Poetry Month - 1/30

She lies

Basking in his light

Her moist, warm earth yearning for more

They are new like spring

Her love flowing free as the soft, sweet breeze

Until he runs away as the sun into dusk

She being a promise

Ever present until his desire fades to black

And night consumes their day

They’re left longing

For summer's heat

Weather the Storm

We collided

Fast and free

As storms do

I, high and dry out of the Midwest,

You, laying low on the east coast

Neither meteorologist nor cupid could have predicted

And neither did we

Eyes wide open to the colors on the horizon

Watching each other from across the room

Who knew that our fronts would collide creating a storm like no other?

I, hoping my sunny smile would break through the clouds

Your eyes dark, holding back nightmares like pending rain

You still keep watch as night falls

Sleepless

The stillness of the air

The calm before the storm forbids your sleep

You’re the watchman

I often wondered, in your midnight, as I lay dreaming of blue skies

Did you see the destruction coming?

Did the darkness of the night bring daydreams?

Maybe you saw that we wouldn’t weather the storm

We didn’t trust that we could dance in the rain together

In unison

Step by step

Matching the rhythm of each drop

Swaying with the breeze

Instead, we loved hard

Energies clashing

Igniting lightning strikes

Our love sparked wild fires

Passion burning fervently

Consuming everything in its path

Leaving behind earth so fertile

We could feed nations from its fruit

But you ran for cover

Running when my winds blew too hard

Carrying emotions you weren’t prepared to weather

Another storm, on the horizon

I didn’t recognize that your habit of leaving

Pennies tossed about the bedroom floor

Was evidence of the hail storms that had bruised your heart

No insurance adjuster could add up the damage

But I

I wanted to melt your chilled heart  

My love luminous rainbows

Vibrant colors painted by rogue sunrays shine through

You as daggered ‘cicles clinging dangerously from rooftops

There’s beauty locked within that cold, hard core

And just like a tornado you

Rush in

Unannounced

Turning my world upside down in the most beautiful way

Tumultuously

You love me

And leave

Your presence fleeting like the seasons

Until the next time our fronts collide again

© 2013 Nina Brewton from Heart of a Queen Poetry and Prose from the Soul