Take My Breath Away
When I’m down and lonely, I know you will find me,
You will even love me, When I look the other way,
I will make it through, this night because of you,
And you always lift me up, you always fill my cup,
I know you are always there.
Take my breath away,
Each and every day,
I know you by each loving word you say.
Admit
I am limbo. Centered mainly around my future.
I reached the first goal of caring, but what good is it,
If I never reach home, for there will not be points scored,
I want to change and rearrange the view of others,
To what I think it should be. More informed defiantly.
My view of course diffuses through this course,
Of independence of the world,
And dependence on the First Word,
I don’t care sometimes and get frugal with my time,
No love here. It left the other day when I was born.
Ha! I get what I deserve, but how do I tell others,
That there is another way to walk the path while your hearts beats,
No imagery comes to the surface,
No easy painting break into the mind,
The price is simple but large,
I don’t want to pay,
I want to do stuff my own way.
I don’t want to become one,
But want to influence them,
Trust means spending time and shared experiences,
I realize this but won’t accept or recognize,
This, I wait in a sleep dreaming of something better.
A better place that likes me more, but mostly likes
Itself better. Or at least I think it will.
I dread the morning which exposes my selfishness.
I expose my selfishness haphazardly,
Hurting the One I care most about
Self Discovered
Do we see straighter when out eyes are covered in tears,
Does the sparrow fall with deadly accuracy,
I call on the math problems and the paintbrushes,
Both are at my disposal but crowd each other out most the time,
I want to tell others about the new stuff that probably others have found,
It is self discovered on my own, I am partial to my story,
When it differs from yours.
A logical sin
A logical sin, I have committed:
For red velvet called my name
or was it devil’s food that
spoke a comforting word?
I sit upon the lonely linoleum
having my cake and eating icing, too.
By the way, I don’t feel better.
My fingers circle round
My fingers circle round
synthetic cups, groped by guilt, encompassed
by this week’s faith-charade:
bone crumbs on unclipped fingertips,
blood drops upon un-repentant lips,
pricked by priestly portals
pointed to a cascading sky.
Love me, I beg beneath breaths,
never good enough to be your son.
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Skip around my ears
Skip around my ears,
trickle through my drums,
Hope permeates my inner ear.
Round and round rounds
take me hostage, and steal away
up and down roads of melody.
Where did I begin?
Don’t care.
Goodbye is this?
Didn’t want goodbye this way
we rushed away our last days.
Together waiting our lover’s kiss.
No, too busy to know each other we’d miss.
Haven’t seen you for weeks on end. . . .
Wanted to leave a last memory better than
This?
Pain
I know I can’t see the future, and,
I know I can’t lead an army, and,
I know I can’t see the future,
But you’re there beside me.
I am too weak to lift this pain off my shoulders,
I can’t see the future,
I can’t make the pain go away,
I can’t see the future.
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Good luck, we are sent to sleep,
Restless nights we count our sheep,
Where’s the answer lying deep,
What am I searching for,
1,2,3,4 which prize door,
All I want is to understand more,
1,2,3,4 which prize door,
Where’s the basis for for life,
Where’s the basis of my strife,
What’s the
I ask more what and I ask more why,
Will these be answered when I die,
Why would I need to know,
Cause then I’m dead.
1 Kings 1
I cling to altar by the horn,
Fearing the king’s contempt and scorn,
I claimed the throne of my father as he lay in bed,
He is weak and I took the moment to become Israel’s head,
I gathered for a feast all the the king’s sons,
Commanders, but not Nathan, Zadok, Benaiah, or Solomon,
And now the last is king sitting on David’s throne in my place,
I will not release my grip until Solomon swears me not to see death’s face,
The king replied if I am a worthy man and no evil is in me,
Then none of my hairs will be touched and I shall receive clemency,
I came to the court of the king and bowed to him,
He told me to "Go home. All is forgiven."