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.

Such A Waste

Shake do right strictness control

Only a spouse not a friend not family

Just a spouse so what does that mean

I let you drown and leave you to die

Of all the wounds you inflict on yourself

A rocky road I know but I care which is

More than I’d say for most I only want

What you want but I can let it go and be

with you on rules if they’re explained

And if I don’t like it might break my

Heart but if that is what I need you need

They need we should stick together go

Far then drop down into the trees to rest

No drama no worries might work you will

Be respected which is important like all

Those commercials it’s your body it’s

your right to do with as you please all in

Start again on the right foot second

chances all in we’ve got so much privilege

As a country and as a race we should do

Something positive with it such a waste

In Whom Am I Rooted?

1.

Roots are meant to hold a tree up,

But as they age, with more limbs

And leaves, the roots take on another

Purpose, as well. The roots begin to hold

A tree down, not because it might fly up,

But because the tree may topple over,

With all the additional weight.

2.

So, my roots are important, as a part
Of my foundation, including

The people who have sought me out,

To give me support, to love me,

In my time of need,

My friends and family,

Reminding each other of all that’s been,

And the hope that exists

Based on all of my unique strengths.

3.

So, I’ve had to take a couple steps back,
To relearn some life lessons,

And to venture out again

With newfound strengths,

Realizing I have gained so much,

Over the years.

4.

And then there’s God,
A broken relationship,

From a long time ago,

A fearful one at best,

But one easily ignored, to a point.

As a child of God,

Now I’m listening to my life,

And now I seek him out,

As he has always sought me out.

5.

In holy places,

Full of those who love God’s children,

I’ve heard God say,

“Do you want to be healed?”

And, then,

“Who do you say that I am?”

I ponder in my heart,

These very true questions.

For how long have I run from the truth?

And how many times have I denied,

Who and what he is,

God incarnate,

Come to take away the sins of the world?

What We’re Given

Seeking income, running down.

Meeting challenge with no frown

Hiding us within your fur.

We sit back without a stir.

You fought hard for all of us.

Your right hand, especially.

I tried hard to measure up.

Comes with stuff, as Dennis says.

We’ve been through a lot these years.

All that’s happened testing tears.

Putting our shoulder even to

Jobs got done, and people, too.

Never thought that I’d give out

Before the day that you gave up.

Let them drag the whole concept

Into the ground on which they slept.

Times are hard under this toad.

Old things stay around until

The new things come and they are told

Eat what you can, when you can,

Solid gold.

Money flows back in spades.

We don’t see it, but we just

Keep on giving, how we’re raised.

Heaping coals upon their heads.

For Just Being You

Possible clangs rule up and against

The things hanging in time,

The seconds you give yourself,

In between deep breaths,

Bracing for the last proverbial

Hiking boot to drop,

The one you already used

To kick yourself in the ass,

For just being you.

Strife steeple apple clarity boom

Strife steeple apple clarity boom

Stack swordfight against an orangutan

From the head clerk of the zoo.

The orangutan would only be

Supplied with a plastic spoon, so

Easy to cut a man’s skin off the

Bone, into an artery, sever a vein,

Something, damn it, there’s a walk in

Place for taking a piss. Ouch your sigh.

Life sucks. And I would agree.

Sometimes, maybe for most people,

Life does suck. Maybe if they turned

Every church in town, staffed, organized

And otherwise provided for it to function

Like any other mental health unit of a

Hospital, and then took on the insurance

And pharmaceutical rackets, you’d see

Healing right away.

 

 

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Any leave power send stark

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