Circular thinking leads to lasagna in the brain. Fast food is tempting when you’re hungry, but don’t believe the hype. Freedom costs the lives of those who fought for it. Signatures on petitions count up to changes in the way government sees things but not necessarily they way they do them. Cauliflower ear comes from phone calls that go too long, just ask Granny.
Do you wonder how I feel?
I want to curl up in a ball.
Go to sleep and never wake up,
Except I don’t live in a vacuum.
There are family and friends,
My wife, of course,
At the top of the list.
If I left the state of things
Would be grim, full of sin,
You look so thin!
You look so nothing,
So drab, so flat.
You look like you’re losing
All your fat!
You are mine and I am yours.
Made for each other
In heaven, by George.
We’ll go out together
Or maybe you first.
That’s the way you want it,
I don’t know what I’d do
Wrestle dust balls from the shelf.
There’s much to look forward to
In this life.
But I can’t remember
Any but strife.
There’s much to hope for,
Much to dream,
But all I want to do
We’ll make it.
Don’t you worry.
There’ll be lots of fun and flurry.
We will gather all around.
We won’t stop for any sound.
Come with me to the holy gate.
Promise I won’t be irate.
We’ll enjoy your company.
We’ll be sure to bend our knees,
Jumping off the side of the boat,
In the castle’s shallow moat.
Crawling under, torn asunder.
Beloved stolen, booming thunder.
Please excuse the mighty cry.
Nothing proven, when you died.
Angels gliding through the air.
I won’t suffer. I don’t care.
Vivid memories closing in.
Wasting away, growing thin.
What’s the difference if I go?
What’s the point of to and fro?
I just want a soothing moment.
I just want a second chance.
Only we can see the answer.
Only you can keep the balance.
Sloping down and then back up, like a speeding truck, I am searching for your love. Transubstantiate, lift then push, then go all out, a mystery solved, doubts soothed, memories calmed, nightmares called what they are. Do you dream at night? I do. I fly through the sky on my back, steering with my feet. Trial size.
Sharing smothered thoughts,
Restricted feelings abound.
Hesitation rules the imagination,
Hiding from the truth,
Although it tortures me.
Yearning for stability,
Some kind of consistency.
If only I could have it both ways!
Closing my eyes, I can feel the beat.
The rhythm pulses through my body.
I feel my weight pushing
Through my feet and onto the floor.
The evening captures my spirit.
I am spellbound, enchanted with
Freedom, my lost love of yesterday.
Bridge gap slow run leap fall free foam from
fee fan and drive dip deep dope damn dock mock
might more real see sap pat pour hype hop lip
breast feel high hat pose golf balls cream price
mat bop rice goop yonder yelp jack tat reep poll
gas rod wipe gape bell rope waste nanny hose
mop paw ripe fear tear jump camcorder gulf
heap help pelvis pour hike happy rate fat book
crush crash fish fight light loud hut freedom
lounge lap dance follow come hat swing swallow
legs near tip poise goat none fallopian tease two
Theme Thursday – “Bridge”
Searching for that connection.
Where is he? She? It?
Where or who is God,
When I am here, in this broken
Body, groveling before the pain
Of existence, desperate for some
Type of relief, some release
From the slavery of my body?
My heart aches. My soul cries out
For mercy, but where is my God?
Where is that freedom, that grace,
That hope, that love, that I once knew?
Where is my identity in Christ?
Where is my savior?
All I know right now is suffering.
Is that you, Lord?
Am I meeting you where you are,
Where you were on that cross?
And if so, what will be the victory?
What great battle is going on?
Is my soul the battleground?
Is my heart the prize?
Is this what it takes to bring me
Back into your fold?
To break me, mold me,
Shape me into something beautiful?
But I have been here before.
I have been broken.
Must I be continually broken
In pain and suffering?
What are you trying to teach me?
And where are you taking me now?