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The High Roada phalangal ticking, scrapes away the luster and shine
making up time with corrosive scrapings reaching the mind 1
idle threats and impatience run me ragged, locking me up
ramming away into a wall and yet,pushing myself back with a shove 2
damn this block!
A path is evident, whereas there's another less so... confusion
choices...decisiveness... not me at this moment,just a contusion
an obstinate and conflict weary mind works against the heart
making way for devilment and fallacy to sneak in,on the devil's part
a daydream this isn't because this reality chafes like a saddle on a horse
drawing lines with tombstones, while staying on a pre-written course
papyrus still blank, while storms rage and still never rain upon it's face
a disembodied paragraph without thought, hanging in disgrace
what must i do to retreat or escape the intertwining grasp of fear
I fear what might be an error in diction..or the fact that i don't adhere
... what is this?!
absolute... honest... i need a picture to pa
Mannequins and shopping kartsHere we go, running, while in place
Here we go, becoming a mild disgrace
Here we go, mannequins in stores, here we go
A sight to see, posing for anything is likely
Take off the clothes and see imperfections like me
Spot the weakness in models with different parts
We're metaphors as in mannequins and shopping karts
Taking only so much, we're plastics,yet human to the touch
Don't push unless you're willing to carry what falls
Take them away, mannequins
manneqins and shopping karts
Take them awya, Pathotrends
Like bad parts in shopping karts
Take a hand, lead the heart
Frail DedicationsTongues encased in bone and flesh
Fall away under death
Fighting with broken bones and empty threats
Taking with them, what's left
Taking with them
Scared apparitions, not untrue visions
Words matter not, break them down
Watch them scatter, watch them shatter
Watch them scatter
We will not deny the fight
The fight to strengthen our life
Making true the presentation
built on faith, praise new dedications
Dream a Reachunsilence the words
that your tongue
can't find or form
sing something new
sing an angel's wing
from tongue to sky
shake the undone and fly
like a dead jesus
i speak in tongues
less true than infinite
we dream unguided
the eras and acts
that we hold up
as our crowning
(before we can fly)
i burn another pocket
into the side of the fire
inhabitable, but captive
i put my hand in
my life in
and faith, i pound you
into every hole
and cosmic pore
between atoms and reactions
(so i can fly)
a broken sky
has dropped its fire
over eternity's shipwreck
and i sweat
alien notes, tempos
i wish and whisper
into the only air pocket
left on earth
(so it can fly)
and i'm back
within the deep again
of this heavy unbreathing
mask sewn shut
i still, and forever,
dream a reach, flight
into a safe sky
a sunrise, sunset,
(that i can remember)
quantum processself is contrivance
strip Newtonian garb
we are ghostly
neutrinos flash through
we are not
we are both
we are neither
we know not what is
we never shall
we think ourselves real
llp - dA - sep2014
Friend of EternityFriends here and friends there
Forever and ever.
Friends come and go
And friends leave and stay.
To the ones with loneliness in the halls of their hearts
A message greater than any political speech will rock the nation.
All hands and knees shall hear the praise of praises
And to the nation, praises will light up the world of the nation.
To the ones with hopelessness and to the ones who sink in the sand
Will hear the hope and the love of all nations.
The message to the nation that is in dire need of hearing hope
Will hear even my praise soar over the mountains to the oceans.
No matter who you are
No matter where you have been
No matter what you look like
There is a love greater than any love and brings nations to their knees.
A love that makes beating hears roar like lions
And a love that calls out the kings of all nations.
A love that is greater than any love
And will sing through the ages till the day comes.
Sinners of all nations; your hearts bow before the one who did it all
INFINITELY LILITHI am not dead for I cannot die,
once Man thought I could be easily misused,
exiling me to an epilogue no longer remembered
as he blotted out my blush from staining
the Earth's chrysalis rind, if only he knew
that beneath my touch knowledge took root
and pumpkins were hollowed out into shapes
-seedless and skinless-as infinite as the mind.
I am not dead, I cannot die
for I am the memory of primevel bliss,
though blackened my skeleton still exists,
licking the Silence clean so my name can
bite more soundly, a thousand serpents hiss
from my nebula center, welcoming to me
my children who bring the blood that feeds
my dessicated garden, ravenously growing,
I cannot regret for I live too purely to repent
the pushing and prodding of my blossoms to be
known by the timeless exuberance of eons past,
in the Moonlight I move and speak of dark things
not really dead and the light not really blessed
without me being known first, infinitely I say
I am not dead for I cannot die.
I am Lilith.
Psalm of the BrokenIn Your eyes O Lord,
I have done evil.
Evil that followed me since the day I was conceived
But evil that has no power over You.
O Lord, the creator of the universe and the friend to all sinners
You have overcome ever summit of this dying land.
Every mountain, You climbed and still remain holy
Even storms bow to Your glory.
Hear my cries O God, for my bones are broken and my heart in agony.
Forgive me and turn this brokenness into a song.
To feel Your spirit flow in my as I weep
And to see You light up the atmosphere of my broken soul.
Purify my soul once more my King
And do not hide me from Your console.
I have sinned against You, but I lay them at Your throne
Just to purify my soul whiter than snow.
Give me living water to drink and bread to eat
I thirst and hunger for You.
You weep for me and weep with me, but You have the power to restore a broken soul
And You turn my brokenness into a song of Your glory.
You are the one God and the King of Kings
And there is none like You.
Now, BecauseNow is the time to be tough.
Even though you don't want to be,
even though you'd rather just weep.
Now is the time to be strong.
Even though everything in you cries,
screams against it.
Now is the time to be happy.
Even though all you care about is fading,
falling rapidly into the background.
Because weeping does nobody good.
Not even you.
Because faltering only hurts you.
Not even screams help.
Because happiness is the glue
that is holding you
that is keeping you
from bursting apart at the seams.
Because even though everything, everything
Is falling away and is meaningless,
("Meaningless! Meaningless!" cries the Teacher)
You still need to ignore your grief
Keep moving and
It'll be fine.
Now is the time to be tough.
Even though it's so hard,
the hardest thing you've ever done.
Now is the time to be strong.
Even though yo
In the WoodsIn the woods my spirit wanders
it goes where now my feet shall follow
the trees, they speak with silent tongues
where wind will pass through every branch
my eyes alight with newfound life
I know this is my lasting home
the ground beneath receives me warmly
soft-spun soil has kissed my feet
the air around has touched me deeply
soaking in my every pore
the birds are singing in the trees
with peeping frogs drawn up and down
the waters of the streams are murm’ring
the distance now is not so far
and what is near is father still
the world it breathes in through the roots
where my soul is rising to
digging deep in untold heights
my spirit wanders with the breeze
here is where my people lived
where they fought and drank and built and died
the forest is our endless home
whence our finest tribes did hail
fare we well to come back home now
to bring soft flesh to bare
bear it out along the way
softest skin on rough hewn bark
the palm may breathe in with the wood
and out the lungs give a cath
The Lost Who WanderI find myself
at the feet of a god,
not with expectation,
praying falsely for
of divine intervention,
but out of sheer desperation,
like those who murmur
prayers to St. Jude,
within the darkness
where there is none
over the rocks
with the blind,
not counting how many
along the way,
all to hear enigmatic
from the parched
of a mad woman
with hallucinatory visions
living in a cave
which sweeps over me
in waves of nausea.
I martyr myself
for your pain,
and grieve unaccountably
for your loss,
it seers through me,
like St. Sebastian
I find myself penetrated
full of holes, bearing the marks
of a guilt which should
never have been my own.
But that dose not entirely
absolve me, there is
no escape from my own
all I can do is watch you
and wait for dead prayers
to be answered
by the indifferent
sages who devour
our fates making
bets as they attempt
Laugh Me a LullabyLay me down and tell a story to take away the frown
I didn't know comedians had babies
But, your words are infectious as rabies
Giving birth to moments of rare brilliance
Cause if i were, Robbin' "Hood i'd have their millions
Lay me down and tell a story to take away the frown
C'mon my dear, hornin' for some action
Worth the Doe, i'm looking for passion
Cause two wholes take away the fraction
Tell me where the slot is to put my cash in
Do I wrap it up before i put it in deposit
Because i've become leery of keepin it in the closet
Giddy about this money like a teenagers first time
I do know she's after the tip just like her pursed "rhyme"
Lay me Down
Learned in my ways, she can read me sideways
She got there quick like driving from Virginia to LA in five days
... and tell me a story...
Teaching me to laugh at myself and wait to be released
Patience is a virtue and i'll let the four-play get even
To take away the frown.
She told me of how when you're in U endo
And the price of purity ris
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