Prayer
Prayer is not as simple as it seems, yet in all reality it is the simplest thing you can do.
A prayer is not only words that spill from my lips, it also the movements I make within my frame.
It is the words dripped in pain, and joy, and action of my frame within the pain that dares to make me kneel.
A prayer is a song, it is a dance, it is the march of the foot and the beat of a drum.
It is where I go when all seems to be negative and blinding and racking up points of 'bad things' that have happened in today's single frame.
It is where I go when things that should not have worked out, do exactly as needed for a life that lives singularly on the trust in something I can't see.
It is a place, and space, an atmosphere, it is something I can feel in my stardust bones.
It is a living thing that I grasp within my spirit, a live wire that can be tranquil.
It is an action I do each night before my eyelids fall and I slip into slumber.
It is presence in something I have seen deep long ago, where my existence was apart of God, and I fluttered in and out of his heart like a firefly of brilliant light.
It is the words that bundle up in my chest, spill from my throat, and drips into puddles at my feet while standing.
It is free verse and it is sometimes a repetition of the Psalms.
It is small, yet it can be one of the most powerful things in the world.
Many say " I will pray for you" and simply mean "I am sorry, I will do nothing."
When those words, though rare in their occurrence, slip from my petals it means I have do all I can do before hand, I have fed your body, given life rafts to your spirit and soul.
When I say I will pray, it is not a notion of non confrontation to the world surrounding us.
Prayer is the beating in your heart, and you whisper "Thank God..Oh sweet wondrous things..thank you."
It is the tears that he catches as you weep from the torment and anguish within your being
It is the anger that floods you when you see the pain of the world and feel powerless
Prayer is the cloak you were even when nude, it was there at your birth, and will be there when you pass from the bindings of earth
To remember something once spoken to me,
'Prayer from sincerity, hope from truth, can make the world change, even if all you are given access to is renewed hope.'
This is my prayer everyday, may it also help those that need it.
"May for every one bad thing that thrusts itself before us, may two helpful and beautiful things take its place, Amen. "
Rubber Belt Line
They live boring lives getting in line
Waiting their turned to be scorched in the fire
Assemble and scatter
Like leaves clustering in heat and then dispersing
A will to dance
Dance the death of fire
Till you are crinkled, dry papers
Ashes, on the ground to be forgotten
Careless
Mindless
Spineless
Branded with pride
Deceived to believe
Refusing to question
Swallowing their deceit
Another link to the chain
Standing on rubber belts
To be dropped in the drain
Make me the money
Make me the money
There are too many to hear them complain
Work you to the grave
No time to stop and look at the clock
Am I at 5? Am I 7?
Numbers replace your name
Sunrise, orders given
Meals were expensive for their empty filling
Sundown, bones bruising
Hard to heal
When the hands of something else is choosing
No time!
No time!
You are sick, sick, sick
Back to the barracks
Even though you feel you are fine.
I do
Do you ever find solace in heart ache
when the earth's leaning its weight
and those faces around are blurred on the plate
as the day's done
It could be an hour
hot angry skin shower
before you acknowledge the power
as you go to sleep
That when once awoken
your heart is still broken
and yes lovers token
too will dissolve
I've tried to claim grip
on emotions but slip
as they rock trepid ship
on my untamed swirling ocean
How much I must laugh
as I bake in this bath
in tumultuous souls wrath
I lie to my eyelids
I can't stop to notice
the wounds on my eyes its
a collage of small seam rips
starred naked sky
I say that I do
though confusing to you
yes I one of few
am wed to my hell
And so, it’s done!
I never would have married you if I'd known
of voices and silhouettes, whose footfalls
rose from silence, spreading through the walls
seeking for me in remotest recesses of my hiding
I could be far away from your sight,
nor spend an hour
in the occupation of my choosing
you crawl, bearing yourself
in expeditious velocity
your brow bedewed with libidinous imaginings
in the costume of love, tenderness and care,
you masqueraded your impetuous ways
and dragged me giddy to the sacredness of the altar
I said yes, yet my joy was but for a moment
two weeks into it, your rage
flew over me like a dragon
then doused by sweet kisses and tongue
the days of regret are past,
it must be done now, it must be over
forever I reproach the evil
beneath your agreeable assurances
and at finding your illimitable designs
to pin me down into a domestic mouse,
more and more, that I yearned
to tear myself from your vehement grip
I need hardly explain furthermore
and so, it's done!