Saturday, February 19, 2005
If Jesus wore a suit
religion is a part of life
for some
for many close
to death and touching no one
reaching past the present
which is BC
what if Jesus wore a suit?
would he have been nailed to a cross?
gone up in a forest full of trees
would his followers have been less or more?
could sacrifice come to the man in a suit?
with BMW but still no shoes
still feeling the earth
ascending higher
for the memory of Jesus
is one of the street person
not a crier in the bunch
walking among the common people
leading to one truth
judging when being so close to being judged
prayer and worship
prop up the liars
for they are but a lie
they worship the suit
and walk their lonely streets
with a ready hot iron
for some
for many close
to death and touching no one
reaching past the present
which is BC
what if Jesus wore a suit?
would he have been nailed to a cross?
gone up in a forest full of trees
would his followers have been less or more?
could sacrifice come to the man in a suit?
with BMW but still no shoes
still feeling the earth
ascending higher
for the memory of Jesus
is one of the street person
not a crier in the bunch
walking among the common people
leading to one truth
judging when being so close to being judged
prayer and worship
prop up the liars
for they are but a lie
they worship the suit
and walk their lonely streets
with a ready hot iron
Friday, February 18, 2005
A rat's life
To kiss you is to kill you
talking about
going down by the river
near the woods
why would I kill you?
when all I want is the sun
not to disappear
behind cold stone walls
looking for nature
among sweaty stinking
heavy breathing men
I want to share a big lush bed
with you, to kiss you
would be what I choose to do
the junk food will tear you
apart, close to your heart
to breathe, come
down by the lively river
where spirits dance
to the quiet flow into
lost time and hunger
reach over my peach
the clouds move to cover
before I would even think
why would I kiss you?
when all I want
is the sun
going down by the river
near the woods
why would I kill you?
when all I want is the sun
not to disappear
behind cold stone walls
looking for nature
among sweaty stinking
heavy breathing men
I want to share a big lush bed
with you, to kiss you
would be what I choose to do
the junk food will tear you
apart, close to your heart
to breathe, come
down by the lively river
where spirits dance
to the quiet flow into
lost time and hunger
reach over my peach
the clouds move to cover
before I would even think
why would I kiss you?
when all I want
is the sun
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
This time
this time, I am around
for my rebirth, if you will
say what you say
do what you must do
it’s not me, but you
who chose
to be locked in thyself
caged in the outdoors
where the perfect sun
destroys your wanting soul
souls that have been feathered
for all ages, and that have done
much wrong
I’ve heard of the black heart
I’ve heard of the brave heart
the heart that beats
out of the temple
is spiritually seeking
all that is life
the force, the energy
to rise higher
closer to the believed truth
the spoken truth is not all
for my rebirth, if you will
say what you say
do what you must do
it’s not me, but you
who chose
to be locked in thyself
caged in the outdoors
where the perfect sun
destroys your wanting soul
souls that have been feathered
for all ages, and that have done
much wrong
I’ve heard of the black heart
I’ve heard of the brave heart
the heart that beats
out of the temple
is spiritually seeking
all that is life
the force, the energy
to rise higher
closer to the believed truth
the spoken truth is not all
Monday, February 14, 2005
Take heart – It's Valentine's Day
Sunday, February 13, 2005
i Tuned in
When I turned on my television on Sunday night, I thought – cool, a new iPod/iTunes TV spot, then I realized that it was only the Grammys.
When is Apple going to give us an iTunes Music Award Show? It could happen!
When is Apple going to give us an iTunes Music Award Show? It could happen!
Open arms
A perfect soul
just sitting here trying to be creative
listening to macy gray
my thoughts wander over to you
then I start to cry
thank you for sharing your time
your music, your spirit
my appreciation, why not tell you?
no big production
it's just what happened
woke up crying
"mister control"
no immediate idea why
uncontrollable tears
my thoughts racing
what's going on?
later
holding my son, again I cry
then came the rain
a cleansing perhaps
maybe what I longed for
all these years
was to skim
a perfect soul
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