You lose, because as much as you would like me to?
I’m not giving up on the idea that someone could actually love me.
Tiny Tim with droopy eye went out
with corpse-woman (she’d heard
he’d died)
Had a cigarette between two finger’d
bones called life and when living
ladies heard he’d died the world
began its wailing from the other side.
LAPD roped off the scene but the
ribbons were too low for ghosts and
all his demons. Detective Mister
found his bloody revolver and no cell
block too secured assured for dead
men so police officer said, “Tiny Tim
was too beautiful but he died today;
the judge had verdict match the
coroner; misadventure in love case
closed casket so move along move
along my fiends.
:: 03212016 ::
Be like Sylvia
Plath sanctified her broken
leg and cast in verse
Mom gave birth to me in 1971 and today I became forty-four.
It's a shame that she can't celebrate my birthdays anymore.
Forty-four years ago today, my mom brought me into the world, it was the first day of my life.
But my life became difficult because she is no longer a part of it, it has been a painful strife.
Two and a half years ago was when Jehovah decided to take her.
Her death has been painful but it's nice to know that she's in paradise with her maker.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
I hear the faith was a race so I
decide to pace it like NASCAR, trust
in the one who brought me threw
the storm Lord God, he brought me
this far illuminated, blacklight threw
the dark, the wages of sin are death
and he wore that cross, yeah the
cross was mine, but he didn't mind,
I crossed his mine, Golgotha,
Calvary, the old me is dead and
gone he burned those
transgressions like calories, now I'm
blessed to be in his presence yeah
that's a gift, waking up to favor in
the present like a Christmas list, and
this is only the beginning, saved by
grace that's amazing and a God
that's infinite, on the cross it was
finish no more segregation, I boast
on the veil that was ripped I'm so
covenant no more separation
Heavenly love shines
on natural total done
fish type dark circle...
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