Occam’s Razor.

Dilute the immense truth into a simple sin

And repent

If God is my shepherd

Shall I want

When love cannot be found

And all are blind

I am burdened

By the stones in my heart

They rub against each other until smooth

And smothering all my intentions

I cannot contain the carnage

Of the iceberg that crossed my heart

Churning this feeling inside me

I am again forgetful of the art

That struggles to keep my breathing steady

Oh God can you hear me

I cannot read your Bible without crying

And I cannot pray to you with dry eyes

All I have become is stagnancy and filing

For secretaries and social workers

Who monitor my progress with pensions

Who will not forgive nor forget

My mistakes

There is always a punishment hidden in the wake

Of every action I had to take

To claim my fake stances on reality

This is not the life I wanted to lead

This is not the actress in myself I wanted to seed

Every day a line of distress like a forest fire with smoke in the leaves

Barely alone barely alive barely a tear in each dry defeated eye

I would kill to fall in love

And reap the sins of touch

Oh God forgive me for never thinking that you loved me

You cannot satisfy my wounds

This world cannot satisfy my appetites

The void in my soul is crushing and it pulls

At nothing

I am nothing

Inside

And I am nodding at each and every sacrilegious type

Who attempts to control me with ungracious lisps

Church going matrons with red tinged lips

Shaking about on uncertain hips

While speaking in tongues claiming to speak to you

Oh who ever knew such nonsense to be profound

God can you hear me

I wait in the back of a taxi

Half naked and heartbroken

Screaming, “he tried to rape me”

This great shame

But I had gotten naked all on my own

And this vile tongue in my head I could not control

Fearful of the punishment that would eventually fall

And they lock me up to prove I am not an artist

To prove I am not a poet

To prove I am not awake

But God I am sorry for that mistake

I hold the guilt close to my heart

And wish I could have remained numb

From the start

But I fell in love

And now I am licking my wounds

Desperate for that sin to strike my heart again

I am vanity incarnate

Creating beauty for no one to notice

But perhaps you can hear me

Culling you to weep

Calling you to speak to me again

Or am I the devil’s child

Without wings like a fly that has been destroyed by an angry hand

I just wanted me some sugar

I just wanted me some love

I just wanted me some God

Something to sooth these wounds

The cheese cloth around my heart

The stones that it contains

Crumbles at my feet

Humbled I cannot speak to you my lord

Terrified of the answers I have ignored

I live in sin

And do not repent

Because I disagree with your program for salvation

I disagree with your process of elimination

I just miss you and the elation

I once felt

At your touch upon my soul

The life that I had led leads me to console no one

In particular

But you.

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