Saturday, August 23, 2008

Praise Thee O God

though the poor woe and the rich sing
emptiness repetition is all it seems
diction and space is what we both face
in the midst of war and greed and holy life

rich green grass and crumbled smelly cash
both rock the senses of my heart
both stained with the blood of our neighbor
lying in wait for the justice of the savior

bending backwards to take a picture
trying to relate to the dwarf and the scenery all at once
will this life i lead be worth what pours out in colors of yellow and blue
why can't i see

bolded by love, tainted by misconception, and too stupid to repent
earth, rocks, and birds all turn to say, "when will i see the color yellow turned into blue"
pop culture, sub culture, ethnicity- vomit out in streams of red
below the computer underneath the desk, red with blood of those i can't be

honestly i want to praise You
repent to be with You
honestly i want to shed my skin
and feel the sting of rain once again, once again.......

Wednesday, August 13, 2008