I need a forty
Not dollars nor cents
Forty years to receive
The message God sent
Forty years for the Hebrews
To step up to the plate
Forty years of waiting
For their lack of faith
Forty days to cleanse
My heart, my soul and my mind
Forty years to discover
The wonder of God's kind
I need a forty
Be it seconds, minutes or hours
Forty seconds
To see the glory of God's power
Forty minutes or less
For the pastor to deliver the gospel
Forty eight hours to see God
Do the impossible
Forty days to cleanse
My heart, my soul and my mind
Forty years to discover
The wonder of God's kind
I need a forty
No not ounces of beer
Forty days of Lent
For my mind to get clear
Forty days of fasting
Like Jesus the Christ
Forty days of purification
To realign my life
Forty days to cleanse
My heart, my soul and my mind
Forty years to discover
The wonder of God's kind
Forty days and nights of
The Great Rain fall
Forty days preparing
To give God my all
Forty days to cleanse
My heart, my soul and my mind
Forty years to discover
The wonder of God's kind
Do we need an image
To remind us?
Should the word itself
Be faith enough?
Faith in comfort,
Faith in mind,
Believing without
The image.
Or does the eye
Still seek a shape,
A shadow cast
Upon belief?
Believing without
The image,
Holding the unseen
Until even the word
Falls into silence.
Through my past, it was kind of strange...
I once never felt a need for change...
Incarcerated desires,
worth kissing,
immaculately
Mary's darkened eyes
wrapped lassos of heat
statues tell the truth,
break the broth,
as your lust-ful eyes
spy her soft hands.....
Its best to be like me
and never leave the circle.
Red little cuts with virgin oil,
never create the hurdles.
I can't be shut down
when I never agreed
to the on switch
in the first place.
I don't like humanity.
I don't like being touched.
I wish I could be all alone
I'll walk the entire
way back home.
fingers bleed with pain
as words spurt out on paper
mind in overload
Just your gaze isn’t enough
For me, it requires a smile
One through heart, I need it.
You thought I made it tough
In your eyes, was it style?
Difficult to brace? I need it.
Likewise my path is rough
I know, care to hear for a while
Your time for me, I need it.
The wind today comes from the east
I long to fly towards it and be at ease
On this earth I stand over skeletons once with dreams
Troubles torment my soul
O peace finds her own solace
I just lay near her hiss, kept dry by breeze
My worry interlace and I long once again
I need you to need me, and
I need you to not need me,
Because I love you, and
I cannot be without you.
By your words you wounded my soul
Creating a hole that was long ago whole
There is no solution, no redemption
Ignoring temptation, I’ll choose separation
I want to take my distance
Despite my heart’s hard resistance
To be freed of this deed, it’s a need
You’re a weed I have to get rid of to succeed
But if you come back and talk to me
I fear I won’t have the strength to flee
I’ll beg you to never insist
‘Cause I’ll never be able to resist
Now that I’m sixty years old,
I need two things
To survive another day,
My Bible and some black coffee,
Would I add some cognac?
Writing is not that important,
I have to walk every day,
To treat my diabetes,
Now that I’m sixty years old,
I like to smell the roses, mauve ones,
Thinking of my dear sisters,
I need two things,
My Bible and some black coffee.
Maintenant, que j’ai soixante ans,
J’ai besoin de deux choses
Pour survivre un autre jour,
Ma Bible et du café noir,
Ajouterais je du cognac ?
Écrire n’est pas si important,
Je dois marcher chaque jour,
Pour soigner mon diabète,
Maintenant que j’ai soixante ans,
J’aime sentir les roses, mauves,
Penser à mes chères sœurs,
J’ai besoin de deux choses,
Ma Bible et du café noir.
things needed in life
do we need them or want them
there's a difference
birds chirp at the sky asking to quench their thirst
I sit on a rock
in the middle
of a raging stream,
Peaceful,
unafraid ,
nor desiring more.
From afar I hear a call
"Are you alright?
Keep still help is on its way"
Help!
Do I need help?
Why are they calling me?
They don’t even ask if I need help.
They just rush to my side and pull me in.
I don’t want to leave my serenity
They just drag me into the sea.
I did not, in any sense, desire a fight with my eye
The eye that keeps greedily taking glances,
Seeking to convince my soul to allow
Beauty,
fleeting pleasure,
and the glory of youth.
For indeed, youth is glory:
A flower that blossoms for a season.
For there lie a myriad forms of fruit,
And every fruit begins at a seed.
A seed suffers shame in many ways;
At times, a bird may take it as a snack.
A choice, in a way, must be made at the level of the seed:
Either be consumed, or be sown.
Both paths satisfy an innate desire.
A youth may take it as a snack;
An elder may sow it and allow it to rot for formation.
One fulfills a fleeting pleasure;
The other postpones urgent gratification.
In every path, some desire is embraced.
Yet at the sunset,
One is further advanced in multiplication,
While another adores only flashbacks.
In all, a need is met
i'm gagging
cursing the traffic lights
catastrophic sweat
i need that sensation when i pull into a decadent parking space
and walk from the car to the ticket machine
three hours early and stuffing my face back in the car park with watery meat juices
stationing the confectionary in the right cavity
memories of hot dogs and dr. robert greenberg
superb breakfasts and sparkling water
the lack of legroom in the upper circle
ushers and their laser beams into the back of heads like Predator
as they take their bows and the curtain falls and the applause ends
i yell to my son, "get to the chopper!"
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