I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,
I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say
These words left unsaid, keep our… and everyone one of them scored, r… ~ The time spent without your care… and reciting a psalm out of tune; gained it’s value the moment you l…
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect
My turn. I believe you when you say it hurt… I’ll shed a tear for making you su… And for when you call me lover. Then the time will come,
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.
...and now my halo’s gripping To clumps of drying mud So precious His dirt and water I panged for sex with blood Knowing the Law; I broke it
You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay
I don’t know exactly how this came… but likely began with seed of doub… Or the question of truth, and getting no clue. So I filled in the blanks,
I feel a surge creeping up behind… or maybe from inside me; So surprise me. I can only take so much, before I crack a smile sweet;
Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.
Now is the time to let go. For so long I have been selfish. Rarely attending to anyone, other than myself and my son. If you don’t take care of yourself…
