At what point do i
attempt to cut away
at tumors and worts
to lighten the burden
on my body
When do extremities
tissue or bone
become useless to be
torn
Ligaments and marrow
divide under stress
my soul is in distress
Of what use is an eye
that cannot be tamed
what trouble could
a hand mamed
be if it cannot function
Lame
i could not run
to the hands of seperation
nor could i run from the Creator
Crippled
i would be still
Mute
i would be quiet
Blind
i would be aware
of the Mover and Shaker
in all things
Monday, June 23, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
a verb in past tense
who holds the keys
to my destiny
i need them back
i've tried to guide
my life's course
buts its on track
for failure of the
worst kind
i've lost my sense
of living, of breathing
love is becoming
a verb in past tense
i thought i had
everything under
careful calculation
adding, subtracting
the parts with
marked adulation
yet things
fall apart around
me, fast
things i saw
in the future
never come to pass
to my destiny
i need them back
i've tried to guide
my life's course
buts its on track
for failure of the
worst kind
i've lost my sense
of living, of breathing
love is becoming
a verb in past tense
i thought i had
everything under
careful calculation
adding, subtracting
the parts with
marked adulation
yet things
fall apart around
me, fast
things i saw
in the future
never come to pass
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