Monthly Archives: February 2010
towards reconstitution
i wish i had the godlike ability
to wipe away your every tear
childlike resiliency to dispense
and relinquish your every fear
it’s true that things closest to
our hearts are hardest to say
and it often seems it’s silence
not words that get in the way
better days seem far behind
sometimes beyond our grasp
and nights we cannot rewind
so we long for memory’s lapse
so let it collapse and perhaps
we’ll burn those bridges down
swim in this night’s currents
and i’ll meet you on the ground
torture and fame
we confuse want and need
refuse to let some things bleed
the cogs of shallow hearts break
as we coggle t’ward fortune and fate
but we long for torture and fame
~wwb
this is me…
this is me
finding my voice
this is me graceless
this is me poised
this is me lying
this is me trying
this is me dying
for your attention
this me
of my invention
this is me
exposed
living in this tension
between open and closed
this is me
trying to do free verse
to only expose
the crutch i’ve found in rhyme
this is me self loathing
and hoping i’ll be fine
this is me
prostrate before the divine
this is me
prostate full of turpentine
~wwb
call and response
call
tonight they’re turning blood and wine into water
with high fructose syrup and red dye number four
and if you believe in miracles they’ll try their best
to see you scarred and barred from heaven’s door
i want to move from goddamn to God be praised
but these days i just can’t seem to find my way
through the motions, to catch the spirit’s breath
before my death, find what’s left of my devotion
response
don’t believe the charlatans with their parlor tricks
act the acrobat to sell you a world where all is fixed
or the harlequins with dime store visions of romance
and love rendered helpless when it enters into dance
theirs is not the kingdom; theirs are not the keys
these belong to the faith, that is pure gift from me
when death is rendered dead; all else is made new
they despite themselves and you in spite of you
~wwb
“I waited patiently for the Lord;
he inclined to me and heard my cry”
