Be Blessed

Featured art by Randy Burns. Click title image to visit his studio.

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Florence + The Machine “You’ve Got The Love (Instrumental)”

As each day begins
I feel blessed
Nary anything less
See opportunity rather than test
Never once fruitlessly
Rise from my bed
Each is a jubilee
Handsomely dressed
As each day begins
I feel blessed

Please excuse the saccharine
Would rather that than fracture line
Some veer left
I hang a right
To acid quips, I’m alkaline
No guilt trips for they sink ships
Teach of needless slips and falls
Once upon the lips equates forever on the hips; In bids
rebellious for less than thoughtful cause
Some days are harder than others to pause
Take a moment to learn the life lessons we’re taught
Not by a society that wires our nodes to antitrust
Chances are, once we’re disbarred
They’ll be the first in line to see the back of us

Each fraught thought that we pull taut endorses such tomfoolery
This is why, as scribe, I lend an audience to all of me
Some way from flawless
Indeed, one hot mess of the self same neglect, apprehension and stress
As the rest of my breed
Which is why I proceed
With less than the obligatory caution
Once upon the lips equates forever in my heart
A single kiss, in kind, narrates a tale of charmed proportion

Whichever way my art translates
I’m camped in love, some way from hate
To rise from fall, would gladly wait for those who overcompensate
For traits we blame on others which encapsulate ourselves
Personal hells chime the bells in our heads
Beds commence burning
Yet, still no heads turning

We yearn to be seen when refusing to lean in direction of green grass our blues deem as ruse
Head off instead to the muses; Peruse
for the answers denied us by cycles we loop
Bitterness is swift to point out just how little we have left to lose
Gain from pain abstains from reign, while faith is named and shamed as aimless ruse

Please excuse the saccharine
I only wish one point to prove
That deep beneath the fracture lines
Are captured tears we need to lose
No reason to fulfill a brief
When reaching out for handkerchief
Besides, it might remind, in kind
Of right where it has always been

As each day begins
Do feel blessed
Nary anything less
See opportunity rather than test
Never once fruitlessly
Rise from thine bed
For each can be jubilee
Handsomely dressed
As each day begins
Do feel blessed