I just wrote this poem sitting on the toilet. it just came to me all of sudden and i had to write it down. so it went on the back of a lowes receipt until i got to the computer. i kind of know what it means, but it is a real weird way of putting it:
as i sing the songs of trees,
they stumble to the stars
that seem like dead dog eyes in
the heat of august nights
as hope and fear intertwine like
that time the heavy hands
held my hips and lost me
in words i never knew
as my hidden heart pumps
those crazy sounds like
footsteps on the fallen floor
that fought for me
as i contemplate the continuous flow
of honey and fossil fuels like
the smoke of a cigarette
as it departs tiny hands in horror
as i fall to the ground of my coming
words burst forth like blood from
a fresh wound on a battle field
i cry out for You,
hold me now!
hold me, for only in You can i stand.
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