IF YOUR DREAMS ARE VAGUE
if your dreams are vague
then your purpose is vague
then your focus is vague
then your future
if your future is vague
then your passion is vague
then your asking is vague
then your giving
if your giving is vague
then your need is vague
then your hope is vague
then your prayers
if your prayers are vague
then your answers are vague
then your faith is vague
then your God
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
now our hope begins
when indecisive spring meets
passive winter’s end
while reckless summer
chomps at the bit
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
i cannot count
how many times
you’ve built these walls
with just a breath
they crumble.
you have become
my tower
of confusion
and i am lost
within your rubble.
Poem from the book The Truth About Love
my heart
just craves for every
part of you
to crave
every part of me
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
winter has come
emptying your nests
exposing bones
revealing weakness
as the rot of cold sets in
the birds flee your ribbed cages
taking with them their song
and leaving behind
your desire to also escape
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
be anxious for nothing You said
yet, i lie here worrying about things
not worth my time or Yours
I waste away while
licking religious wounds
nails chewed down to flesh
leaving me left with the taste of
earth and curse, curses laid to rest beneath
mounds of my abandoned past
and still, i keep digging
when will i get tired of digging empty
graves for memory’s sake
stirring up what You’ve already buried
that day i said yes to the better things
why do i persist in devaluing the time You took to
craft my soul from unemployed dust particles to
flesh and bone
You, the Inventor of Flesh,
thought it not a waste to get down
on hands and knees
Holiness kissing earth, and
breathe into my imperfect heap
Love whispered Life into my stillness
body meeting Living Word again
what were the words You breathed?
I AM in love with you
my heart leaps!
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
sometimes
i want to give up
pack up
to shut you up
but i stay and i fight
because i don’t want to leave
empty-handed
please don’t let me leave
empty-handed
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pour it in my hands
and i’ll know what it feels like
placed it on the tongue
and i’ll know what it tastes like
spray it in the air
and i’ll know what it smells like
pluck it on these strings
and i’ll know what it sounds like
a Teacher preaching peace
yeah, i know that it feels right
nail Him to a tree
and i’ll know that it looks like Love
from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
All poems are copyrighted by Marquida Roberts.
To be reprinted only by permission of the author.
you can hear me now
because i’m silent
you can read my thoughts
because they’re
running down my face
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sometimes it’s the little things
that can do the most damage
the little hole in your balloon
you huff and puff
but you get nowhere
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today the winds are stronger than my strength
tonight my weakness is weaker than you think
pray for me
or i’ll be gone by morning
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
Marquida Roberts 