And the child came to
the tower
but God was not home
a river meandered away
from heaven carrying hope
in caskets to be buried
at sea
Still I wonder why
Jesus has the shipping manifests
I guess dying for your sins just wasn’t enough
we can’t expect perfection to forgive us
Have we forgotten the faces of our
teachers?
we move through quicksand
with placid expressions
the new bedroom will be delivered today; I
hear they are good for the soul
let’s go sleep number someone…
what good will the
40 dollar Way Fair wind charm
do at the reckoning
where are the doors to the places
we belong
Art&dance&song civilized who?
the devils who grin and live on the
sounds of children at play
pray we never tear down the veil
oh, what a fine tapestry it is
I lost my life in that shade of blue
I awoke so high on my laughter
I didn’t realize I had already died
my card in hand, happy
I received it for breaking
man, that card is neat
Why do those who watch allow us
to continue to paint
such poor pictures
Reading hieroglyphs for millenia
knowing the characters by heart
the meanings still elude
transparent internal decomposition
berating the here and now
show us the way out
but do not expect a tip
my heart is weak and back is bent
sand has penetrated my thoughts
I cannot hold them in my fingers
the soft river of time folds back
into the universe below
the gods aware I have caused a
cataclysm over a spot of tea
we will sigh, and patiently
wait for our movie to start
hieroglyphic postcards explain our part
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Originally posted Sept 23, 2016
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I really love this one
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Thank you my friend
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