Fourths and Fifths
Change is born with each phasing atom
Chance within each split infinity
Empty, hollow rocks hold destiny
Though enmity spans many fathoms
Incompletion scrolls the universe
As oppression fakes each hallowed hold
There exchanging divine sparks for mold
Leavened with the covenanted curse
Brokenness bars possibility
And mars scars with insecurity
Now turning healing into pity
With each irresponsibility
Burning promise into claustrophobes
And our pain attempts one last escape
With velvet sin forming concrete drapes
Where death is cloaked with our human robes
Remember, it's just the beginning.
Earrings, Statues and Snakes
Wandering inside these what ifs . . .
Yes, grace and pain feel much the same
And we wish the gods would tame
Themselves for our amusement.
So go ahead and turn me gray
Baptize me with spit
Tongue bathe me with shit
And wash me clean with irony
In the baptismal font of fire and farce
Forbidden fruits of Spirit sparse
Only eaten by the chosen few
Keeping company with fools
But there's only dark in whiter lies.
Prayer drops warping wooden floors
Tattooed with shrouds and plaster and sores
Waiting for the wild to come claiming
But everything is too tame to save me
Smoke and grinning torture
And god I need a drink.
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