erika
brooke

erika
brooke

Poetry

The Beast

The beast has been found out It knows love darkens every night and prowls the shadows until dawn The beast is ashamed of its unworthy view of love And its disguise thereof

Bird Song

Little birdie outside my window Gets to fly into the sky Little birdie outside my window As the clouds are passing by What do you want to tell me What do you want to sing A little birdie, sing for me Sing to my heart My soul receives your song Sing to me forever Sing

White-washed

My destiny is to win and never ever be crucified again This time I’ll keep it in All to myself all to win No longer scream and shout, calling out sin as sin My destiny is to win and never ever be crucified again My goal isn’t for you to see, nor garner any sympathy

Gender Bender

Father, what if your daughter is the savior and not your son And what if her mother’s name is the one that lives on King, what if your Queen is her own provider And the love she needs is you beside her Son, what if your mother is also

It Is Finished So Let’s Begin

If children are innocent and in need of protection from this evil world and the depravity of humanity, what do the adults who are having these children need? “Tisk, tisk, this age old story keeps us stuck in a rage of glory. No generation has yet succeeded at protecting the children and giving them what’s needed.”