Bid

Slick Mike bound ripe never allowed

Hesitate mere embers stitch cousins

Tackle koala keys seep tangle nice read

Trench up into weep queasy barrier bear

Muscle bounce greed tear bubble Valium

Peer great young pipes fight hop relate

Youth grab pounce riffed feet hip leaf if

Jack power call beef poison tent veer bid

Said

Hi bye why were we sigh lift each one

Browse the windows fail to see the

Plank inside pride tension will rise

Tooth smile we know it is there real

People ply make up dye sleep slowly

Intertwine mention the sty wandering

Lame part stain soft lain kept made

Sink mail tank vain rain bow tie said

Allowed

Bling something with severe owes.

King stone valve seeping strength

Altitude reap stinks evil muff lad

Moth green stipend weight believe

Yawn monk languid volume inebriated 

Stencil pond trench golf direct stop

Ming kept meow friend fright hanger

Prevent dell rowdy cop kink allowed

Hollow

Wall slow greedy smock exclude belief

Friend satiate known and renown trust

Checking a lot forbids everybody knows

None other choir gothic inside estute

Hollow pierce young misunderstood

Fear judgment belief exchange vehement

Will fold tree swallow sparrow English

Clone bleed outside freak stance chain

Yellow Elmore rivers and hills creatures

Deer in a race for survival gear kneel ooze

Free animals tend to bring it out hollow

Lingering

Pain shame fear restlessness torment

A conscience blown to bits by one trusted

And another, but a stranger that night,

For a few hours, just, lingering

Both gaining steam from expression,

Building over time, a disgust,

All considered, unhappiness, but,

It must include, judgment.

Early on, I pushed and prodded,

Coaxed and manipulated, like these

Masters of the art, then, reality.

Cruelty and slavery, sexuality,

If only it wasn’t too late for the show.

We requested a few moments alone

To discuss our options,

Any supplies needed, prejudices included.

A difficult position to be in,

I knew I’d be chosen, eventually,

He knows you will give a go ahead.

He knows you won’t report, or does he?

In the Light

It must be nice, to wear whatever fits,

And still look spectacular.

It must be nice, to show yourself off

To the rest of the world, for any excuse.

How does it feel, to be used for your body,

Treated like an object, a toy, a decoration?

We’re all pulled in, to believe the lies

About beauty and happiness.

Solomon had every woman around,

Being a king, with power and wealth.

But he concluded that having it all

Is meaningless, just an ego trip.

If you want happiness, look inside.

You’ll find a hurting child,

Desperate for attention, love and value.

Then take that child by the hand.

Lead her to the safety, security,

Wisdom and healing power

Of a loving Father, who does not judge,

But forgives, and will hold her

In his arms, until she cries it all out,

And then starts to trust him,

A little more each day, through all

The storms of life that come.

She will be ready, for she will know,

The battle is the Lord’s, not hers.

She only has to trust him,

And walk in his light.