Neon bikes strobe laugh elbow monster trachea
Destroy aluminum casserole covers close the dog
In the darkness of the garage wound my knee on
The fledgling goose beak as I walk through the park,
Home is where I rest, but I am not resting.
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The Fight
With a battering ram strapped to my forehead,
I push through the glistening walls of the great cathedral.
But for what?
Has this victory won me anything of value?
After all, the war has already been won by my adversary,
And this stub in the toe is no big loss to him.
My screams in the darkness win me no favors,
Gain me no pity, although he may shed a tear.
Shall I continue to throw stones through stained glass windows,
Knowing I am only hurting those I love and who love me?
Whom am I fighting, anyway, if not myself?
Bacon
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Witch lute wherever heart make studious bacon
Isle
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Lots red guts various sound jumble tambourine
Angel guy trough hog dirty dew mighty vibe old
Joust peg fury said beneath killing vest pork isle
Ole
Swing wrong take lob wound ready steep jolly fig
Hang swore inebriated powerful color knees old
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Irk
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Dry Greece job Lyle toothpaste freezer kibble irk
It
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Point road height gross been hit furious coal up
Freedom canker stoop realism boot hug drip pit
Drop flit foot junk destination coagulated bury off
Lug trellis bent humongous ferret arrangement it
Your Image
Terrified, I’m
Shaking in my shoes.
Overwhelmed with
The power of you.
But what have you ever done
To instill such fear in me?
I carry this trauma
Like a bag of gold.
I remember those words
That you didn’t speak,
And I am left
Scared and cold.
That hand that you
Didn’t hit me with,
That accusation
That you never made.
Whom have I twisted
Your image into?
Only
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Police geographic school sweet hello war jingle if
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Arrange saunter hellion cube telethon judge only
Reaching Out
Reaching out.
Waves crashing,
At my feet.
Love crushing
The air
Out of my lungs.
What is to be
Expected
From my great God
Next?
Joy is pulling out
My fingernails.
Peace is knocking me
Unconscious.
What can I give
To board the train
Going up the hill?
What can I say
To bring mercy
To my body
And soul?
Grace
Is beating me
To a pulp.
Jesus,
Save me
From your church!
Save me
From society!
The powerful
And the rich
Hover above
My bleeding body,
Like vultures.
How can I escape?
Stumbling along the sidewalk 