POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
It’s some Jesus stuff they sprinkle
When things are dark like night
And they will never leave or forsake me
No matter how tuff the fight
There is one thing I am sure of
Although my choices aren’t always right
Goodness and Mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life
Rainbows have rain
Rain has dirt
But robots have people
Who feel nothing
Even when they hurt
***
Even robots cry
Winter strayed
And each beat in my heart was hollow and delayed
Bottomless floors
And empty doors
Were prolonged
Breathe
For way too long
Breathe
Until winter
Breathe
And snowflakes
Breathe
Froze still
Breathe
Upon my lips
Were a thousand rips
That brought lessons
Breathe
To this season
Mom, dad and little girl walked quietly down the halls
Shadows stared pointing fingers
From behind these haunted walls
The air is cold
The wind is strong
Inside this haunted house
The little girl heard every word
But to the visitors
(Whisper) This house stood quiet as a mouse
Mummified tombs
And vacant rooms
Consumed this haunted house
The stench became stronger
Straight from its haunted mouth
***
The walls are really angry
I suppose because I am FREE
I now know
That this haunted house
All along was really ME
I was walking through life’s crazy maze, and in an alleyway there my friend laid
This was bad news I was lost and completely confused and was living in a world of self-centered fools!
I’ve been asking God to send me a sign
Leave this place, right now’s the time
This is where I’m at this moment is mine
Should I stay or should I go?
Please someone help me ‘cause I don’t know
All I know is where I’ve been, near death experiences and 100% sin
I’ll never forget how I let this disease win
When I think of the fire I’ve survived
I often wonder why I’m still alive
***
My friend got killed by some crazy man
But I believe she was part of God’s perfect plan
She was just hoping you’d get me there on time
~~~
She’d like to know if you can walk with me and possibly get me to the front of the line
~~~
She’d also like to know if she can take my place
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She told me to tell you if God really needs me to please get me there safe
~~~
If mommy had it her way, she’d send you on your way
~~~
But we all will one day meet you and today was just my day
Don’t bother anyone
And do not!
Knock anything over!
Tommy didn’t do drugs
Or sleep around
And Tommy didn’t want to be gay
His dad was just a real sick man that took his innocence away
For all the children who don’t have a choice
Tommy decided to take a stand and be the children’s voice
He stood in front of thousands and said
My name is Tommy and I have AIDS
And I’m speaking for all the little people who become victims every day
His body’s 6 feet under but his spirit is still alive
And if you’re reading this then his spirit has survived
This is Tommy’s way of continuing to be the children’s voice
This is for all the little people who never had a choice
They’re like monsters that dance around in strange little groups
Dropping coal mines on my womb
Marching fiercely like military troops
***
In my mind strange things happen and I am forced to assume
As Pixie dances harder
Between my bloody womb
When I think of love I think of hearts being colored in red or children being told stories before they go to bed
When I think of love I think of pastures filled with butterflies or teachers teaching children how to make tie-dye
When I think of love I think of how excited my grandma was when she brought my first bra
When I think of love I think of leaves changing colors in the fall and couples holding hands while shopping in the mall
When I think of love I think of angels being sent down to lend a hand or birds playing footsies in the sand
Love will be here when we’re dead and gone love has been here all along
Love is something money can’t buy
Love has many question
But no answers
So don’t ask love… why
Use the universe as your source
Allowing love to take its course
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