There's no waking up
A child of grace
And thinking
I've done it
I killed the dragon
Spat into the Devil's face
Sit back, relax, sleep
Just see your face
In the mirror gritty
With reality
To see him hiding
Deep in your shadow
Waiting to trip and tear.
And you've still earned nothing
No freedom
No future
No life
But a gift
Grace
The life preserver
That always floats
And never lets go.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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