when you insult me i choose to be silent
at first
then i find fury rising up in me
unexpectedly
if id addressed your rudeness would i still be booming after getting ticked to the same degree
God only knows the cause of my hostility
i have no ability to obtain deliverance
from my affliction prior to death sans in temporal intervals
thats when i ride the waves of joy filled oceans
plunged into times mist
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tractor beams might bring me home to you my love
sore eyes sure ive seen you round this town before
smash the fighting by delighting in the One igniting love
moonlighting as an ordinary human was always impossible for Him
flavorsome biting wit
rediscovering therapeutic beauty in your face
sarcasm is a substance dripping from our teeth
we cautiously celebrate illusions of a return to normality
sanctity and sanity are such elusive creatures
you find them in the shadows when you ignore the awakening of shivers
shimmering sparkling atom bomb
its so awkward when one friend attacks another and i love both equally
i am the piggy caught up in the middle
in the process of being trapped this quarrel caught some of me
he comes against my friend spitting ignorance
if exegesis were arm pits his would reek of apathy
religion aint the cologne of fools
providing its our triune source of all souls deliverance
they locked up all the angels in the city
they clipped their wings but their voices still soar
their harps play sweet melodies as their dexterous digits pluck their strings
how much blood will flow out their bodies into the streets
before our world retreats from letting panic slice our feets motion up like meat
making a meal of our productivity as we entreat our leaders to listen to reason
kids in the classroom crying for their friends
some laughing cos the bullies gotta stay at home
teachers giggling with more time on their hands
cops wasting state and federal funds getting paid to lay back on their buns
we’re in a holding pattern
counting down the seconds til normality returns
or just scrapping hope of finding solace in this world and planning for heavens nature to envelope earth
scurrilous spider making her bed
where the wee birds come to get fed
twisting about the wires holding a platform her gossamer threads
creeping crawling dawdling where beady eyed bugs fear to tread
if they caught her chilling in their section
would they organize an insurrection
should she try to claim their pad as her own
might an intervention be in order
or fierce beaks released while heads are jerked sideways to toss accusing stones
give me divinely granted hair extensions
none that require human assistance to grow
spirit buoying ticket to a supernatural dimension
possibly only a prayer away from becoming our world
throw the bullying leaders behaviour in the ocean
i want them to stay alive and in charge of something other than my state or country
they offer me no hope
their love is a thorny thing with strings attached to it
clamping my wings
yet like Yah said to pilate theyve no control over my lifes cessation continuation or worship
noshing steps stuck still
abrupt retreat from sweet plans
delayed transporting
blood pressure rise high
smash through roof caress the sky
nutty leaders bleed
our choice is ignored
our voices snuffed out like flames
we’re fictional folk
we only exist
if prestige or power trips
us into their sight
leeches
who are we if we cannot breathe in peace
what is our lives if we are ruled by fear
so much that we never permit our minds to be unchained
by what our eyes lie to us is fiction or those who wish to mask them perpetually to the truth
selah
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