The Fray With Death

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8/7/2014


The Fray With Death

Don’t know where to go

Don’t know what to feel

Everything is surreal

The tide has finally turned

Cannot find the words

Know if I don’t, I’m gonna burn

Feeling quite drained

The will waxes and wanes

Finding You in the pain

With opened eyes take a breath

Watching feet to take the steps

Into the fray with death

Tea

Tea

The school day is done
The books are laid to rest
It's time for her to play
As I tidy up and cook.

Down has fallen the sun
I gave the day my best
My mind is such a messy array
Amazed at the energy it took.

It seems with everywhere I've trotted
Time slips away from me
Examining every sum and letter
Again reheating the tea in my cup.

Examining tomorrow's plans plotted
I fumble for the tea
Hoping tomorrow will be better
I breathe Him in and drink peace up.
12/3/2013

Mesha Z. Flynn
Copyright 2013

Bottled Silence

From original blog:
Thursday, November 7, 2013
10:36am

Bottled Silence

In the sadness creeps
Out the tears do weep
Sorrow waters this empty seed
Loneliness is what I reap
To no one this emptiness I may speak


It's a dark and lonely road
An ever growing heavy load
Narrow is the hope so bold
In this silence I do hold
Yearning as the heart grows cold


As the moments slip quietly by
I've prayed with closed eye
There's no more to do but cry
No matter the audience I seek
Bottled silence I'm doomed to keep

Mesha Z. Flynn
Copyright 2013
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Melodies

From original blog:
Monday, November 4, 2013
4:14am

Melodies

 High king of heaven you bless me through her songs,
Blessings that flow sweet and strong.
Fill mine ears lord, fill them with your words.
My heart longs for the melodies so sweet when heard.
Lilting melodies redeeming my soul,
Filling me and making me whole.
I eagerly languish on every chord.
Hearing her praise you forevermore.

Mesha Z. Flynn
Copyright November 2, 2013
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What's the Blood For

From original blog:
November 2, 2013
5:55pm

What's the Blood For? What is the blood for?
It's for idiots like me
Who sit in apathy
Who's care has dwindled and died.
What is the blood for?
It is for idiots like me
Who need their soul's altar burnt out,
Rebuilt and then relit.
What is the blood for?
It is for idiots like me
Who need it for their funeral pyre
To be poured upon, soaked through permeating every fiber.
What is the blood for?
It is for idiots like me
Who need a catalyst for the soul cleansing fire
Burning out apathy, igniting a new flame.
What is the blood for?
It is for idiots like me...

Mesha Z. Flynn
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Repetitions in Boredom

From original blog:
Thursday, October 31, 2013
9:14pm

Repetitions in Boredom

there's nothing new under the sun
nothing new
there's nothing worth writing about
nothing new
there's nothing worth looking at
nothing new
there's nothing worth speaking of
nothing new
there's nothing worth reading about
nothing new
there's nothing worth listening to
nothing new
there's no where worth going to
nothing new
there's nothing worth trying
nothing new
there's nothing worth doing
nothing new
there's nothing worth smelling
nothing new
there's nothing worth tasting
nothing new
there's nothing worth feeling
nothing new
there's nothing new under the sun
nothing new

Mesha Flynn
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Mema

From original blog:
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
6:34am

Mema   (Elisabeth J. Morrison)

Some days I feel like I can actually breathe
Other it is ripped right out of me
Things that I said and others I wanted to say
Times that I wanted to be with her
But foolishly let life get in the way
Knowing that God has her
But wishing He'd do more
All these things push against me
Not allowing me to close grief's door
Everywhere I look about me
A reminder of sits
Once again feeling the breath from me ripped
How long till I can look about me
And not feel my breath cry
For her soft touch and dancing blue eyes

Mesha Flynn
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