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i peel my fingernails off like wet leaves and stuff them into tea bags with muddy earthworms
wrap my face with gauze and let the candle wax drip let my skin drip let my skin drip Divine intervention only comes when it's expected
Trust that you are protected That life is a mirage most respected You are the One undetected Mother Mary she once showed me the way
I hope that doesn't offend those of the Christian faith That I speak of dear Mary J this way But it has to be said for many she leads us to faith By showing us how far we can go astray And still be ok There are many ways
Some lead you astray And some gift you all day. Some take you by the hand Some skew you and flay. Above all there is one way And it takes no contemplation. Act from the heart space And you've arrived at your destination. I do it for you
I do it to get to you But I get there And you're not there You're on Coney Island now? I still hide out in the Bronx Cause I can't let go, I just chase the fate Can't stop the hustle Inside my mind I'm amazed at what I've seen.
Such a short time in-between The question and its lovely response. I suppose it must be that If "ye ask" ye does receive. How else could it be that what could have taken plenty Took only a fraction, to create what has happened? What's the point of all these lies
When each disguise bets our demise? Trying to make a situation right.. An endeavor to avoid a certain plight.. What's the use? Do we really lose When we're true to ourselves Even though it could hurt someone else? there is a gentle momentum building behind us all now
guiding in smooth honey pulses /waves leap-frog/ /mares stretch their necks/ pulling us forward, an outstretched arm a smile flashing, dissolving into the mysterious passage, to the moment you dive into darkness I have a question for my audience,
Those of you who read Shoot Poetry And delight in its new lyrics. Would you like to hear more poems? That come within from spirit? I have many more in store, In the well of my soul If what you want is more, Than consider this a poll. I want to see three poems, In my inbox soon. If I see such art I'll unleash a creative monsoon. |
