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A Cynical Soul

Who are those who do not wonder?

My mind must be shallow

For I do not see how the world can ever repay the debt it laundered

In piece by piece, disappointment by disappointment, we spit on what the once hallowed

God save our cynical souls

God God God why have you let us be less than whole

He is dwarfed by the destruction we magnify in our minds

And in anger we kill all those of our own kind

Hate, hate, hate is the world’s chosen god

Christ warns us we will become charred

Oh cynical soul, do you like the world now?

You have believed yourself into defeat, to your own ambition you will bow

You dreamed your road to hell

In your bed you must dwell

Don’t cry to me you sixties child

You selfless, yet selfish bastard

You have been left without father, let your fear tame your wild

You did not humble yourself to your good Master

And did not believe for a better future

You have dreamed yourself to death

In calling yourself mature

Your mother’s arms are thorns and your fatherly wisdom meth

Do not tell me of the pain of your bed of nails

You made your jail

Do not cry to me cynical soul

It is not in my heart to listen to you oh cynical soul

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Porcelain Hands

Cold, porcelain hands wrap my own

And an old tooth smile meets my gaze

You reap what you sow

But I have been much too blessed

I’ve seen more red sun sunsets than

A prairie dog driving west

I never dreamed I’d say goodbye

But here I am, alone on a Friday night

And sometimes it’s just enough

But those porcelain hand keep remind me

A little dirt on a road

And a sandy haired boy

A stick carved sword

And I won’t forget her smile or the dreams she gave me

I won’t forget the Oak that protected me

Nor the creek which washed me

Don’t ask me about my home

Cause nothing I’d say would ever make sense

I might just cry or I might just ramble

But those porcelain hands remind me who I am

So kiss your babies and thank God for another day

Porque este dia es el Dias

Howl with the moon

And laugh with the stars

Everything else will work itself out.

Don’t you worry your pretty little heart

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A Road

A twisted road leaves no room to think

One foot upon another, no room to ponder

Curving with every new scene, in journey we wonder

Around the dirt the mocking trees link

Skittered branches and crunched leaves

On the fallen we tread

To be called beast, yet it is to their honor we weave

So they may never really be dead

A gravestone, shrouded by growth

Will make my feet stray left

Or take a valiant swing right with an oath

Protective women hold Beth

But with a jostling tune (for children do not fear)

Youth entices them ahead and gleefully yells

Twist! Shout! Come heist king and reign!

Jump the bramble and kiss her good!

Chase and gleam, my dears!

For she entices them ahead. Ahead!

Till they can not keep up but fall to become leaves and branches

But still the road twists on and on

Carving, dancing, and even disappearing

Into a peaceful clearing

Still… do not delay love! For we must run on with the road! On and on!

Remember children, be kind to all you meet

For peace will dress as chaos and come to kiss your cheek

And love disguised as anger

Will take her pale fingers

Plunge them into your heart till only a ghost of you remains

The road will not possess mercy for path cutters and cheats

For this is his domain

So err not my son

With each twist and curve continue- for it is the only road

Till dust doth hale your soul to heaven or hell

For not even the wise withered eye may see beyond the bend

And it is only one hand we hold

To make it to the end

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If This Makes Sense…Love

I used to think love was finding someone to be the other half of your thoughts on a roof at midnight beneath the stars. To be wild and original with. Naively, I thought I was the only one who believed this and those moments on the roof were mine alone. Now that I’m older, I realize those moments of star-truth are so much more than mine. They’re pieces of our God who wants everyone to experience good things. Anyone can appreciate a sunset, it’s those who dedicate their lives to saving it that you can trust your heart with.

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