DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST HANGING OUT HERE for Friday, April 20, 2007

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Friday, April 20, 2007

DON'T LET THEM TAG HER TOE

I am not a poet. This is spot of compassion. It is time for me to begin another group of girls who come from anywhere on their way to somewhere. It is sad in the beginning but it is glorious in the end of their fourteen week stay. DON'T LET THEM TAG HER TOE Wrest one from the claws of the street get her before dark, for then she climbs into a shadowy hiding places waiting for a hit to get a fix… Where’s God? Everywhere. He is waiting for her heart She is afraid of Him. He sent me, and others... Sign in to see full entry.

CHURCH OR NO CHURCH

I wrote this a while back and posted it in Journal I am moving it. ARE YOU THE CHURCH I see you. I see clearly through you I see all you want me to see I see much you don’t want me to see You stand, you rack of dry parched bones You’re sandwiched between to panes of fleshly glass You’re a hanger for the big black robe You’re covered in drivel of Political Correctness They sit staring from empty eye sockets They sit listening from pre-formed minds They hunger for the food of appropriate sin They... Sign in to see full entry.

WORDS

Words They float They fly They dance They swim Above the clouds Below the clouds Tagging the Moon Riding on Mercury’s feet In the Oceans deep In the caves dark In the Earth’s fissures In a coffee cup Forever and ever They are there Everywhere They never die Some good and sweet Some so mean and hurtful Some enlightening Some folly Some go into my memory They touch me like a sweet kiss Some go into my heart Cut me with a wound near to death Sign in to see full entry.

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