God’s business is to take the small
and multiply its effectiveness.
—by Poet
Self-Proclaimed Misfits
They don’t quite fit.
In their seats, don’t sit.
Each is not alone;
not quite on their own.
On bent knees;
rooted like trees.
Though their worship’s contained,
Spirit’s presence unrestrained.
They listen much closer
to eternity’s stalwart composer.
Praise solid in a small congregation.
Quite certain of their salvation.
There’s a vulnerable hole in the ceiling.
Especially misfits, God is healing.
I used to know Mr. Billy Bones,
at four-foot five inch tall
a local marvel.
A spark in his clear blue eyes,
muscle and brawn,
cheeky and bold
at fifty years old.
It was no surprise
Billy the high street butcher,
felt no need
to advertise.
The finest minds are clouded
Right and Wrong are in question
Complexity is prized
by those who are best in
Avoiding the consequences
of their twisted mutations
Self-proclaimed gurus declaiming
~ Truth’s naught but prevarication
Where you're from and who you are-
Two beasts that coexist within.
If not for the voices from your youth
Maybe you could have conquered.
But now you float in a stagnant pool
And nothing is far closer than everything.
There’s a self-proclaimed hero
Proudly prancing across stage
Made known his idiocy
Not seeing his fate
Russell Sivey
The self-proclaimed living legend is here to make a name for himself and that guy is me. I
was brought on God's green Earth for different reasons. And out of these different
reasons, three of them are to become a famous writer, to be a famous Hollywood
story-writer/ producer, and to be one of the famous stars of all time. The greatest thing
about being the self-proclaimed living legend is that I'm wanting to be able to outlive
anyone on this planet and I get to see tomorrow, the next day, and the rest of my life
life, as well. If I'm the self-proclaimed living legend, everybody should become
self-proclaimed living legends in their own right, also. I'm one of those young legends,
I'm living life to the fullest, and pretty soon, everyone will, too. And if there's going
to be a new brand of self-proclaimed living legends for the future, then we will all be
ready for life.
pow pow.
bang bang,
take the money,
keep the change.
cant un-lick lips,
cant unlock a kiss.
blonde girl,
pink lips.
baby, im a sweetheart now.
silent in the room next door,
lets go somewhere we can be loud.
push a little harder
move a little slower.
feel the warmth of alocohol.
taste the tease of tobacco on a tongue.
look at us, we're so grown up
so mature
so independant
you buy your own condoms.
your own pot.
your own fuel.
i sit back and enjoy the ride.
we won't even hint in second period.
wont even smile during the walk home.
how mature we really are.
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