Marquee

Marquee

what is this perfect?
a perfect life we live
just a mask we create
an ever changing marquee
words different every second
I could never keep it;
my thoughts hidden on stars
traced among constellations
brighter to dull in moments

did each thought multiply
take on a heartbeat
the beats made of poems
read in Gailielos telescope
brought to life scattered
walked beside gravities shadow
one line from the past
feels a momemt years later
intersection of my prayers

my prayers are strangers
saying the same thing
what I have written;
has evolved into beauty
every word I live more
more tears for joy
my prayers fly today
and ground me higher
with Gods light;loved

messy as it may be
wonderful freedom awaits
but those thoughts slowly morph
the older it got louder
was I way too hard on myself
if perfection was not achieved
or at least how I saw it
that marquee broke me down
a hope calmed,negative

my negative backed by fail
those days where thinking lay
tossed for years of rust
make my mask not of brick
take it off and just look
when lifes not perfect
it becomes the best creation
I have ever wanted it to be
more fun,more neon

this is the imperfections
the mask I no longer put on
the thoughts I am learning to quiet 
positivity to create brightness