eyelash suspended on a computer screen
still on the couch, unable to fit my mind around
everything still on the list
and the list, the list paralyzes -
not benign
nearing volatile -
this is not about me
but the intersection of life
just got plugged with the traffic
of confusion and despair
Traffic Director, I need you.
listening again and again
to a singer and his song
trying to negate the lies
with a taser of truth
R<3
Listening to Tenth Avenue North - You Are More
::this is not about what you've done - but what's been done for you,
this is not about where you've been - but where your brokenness brings you to,
this is not about what you feel, but what he felt to forgive you,
what he felt to make you loved::
mmm..nice...taser of truth, what a turn...traffic resonates as i am in NYC right now and did a boat load of walking in it today...
ReplyDeletei like that you called life an "intersection". great imagery.
ReplyDelete...you want to put my poem on your wall? you have to ask?? i'm honoured to be a part of your life. :)
i changed my poem...
ReplyDelete<3
ReplyDelete"Not unto us, O Lord, but unto you be the glory."