poetomachia

Irony in place of balls, balls in place of brains
Brains in place of soul, where is the soul?
Where is the love, where am I?

walk in holiness
walk in peace
walk it out
into release

And I’m thinking about
A brand new hope
The one I’ve never known
Cause now I know
It’s all that I wanted

i’m a sinner
i’m a sinner
i’m a sinner
purify me
i want to know your sanctity (purify me)
let me in your sanctuary (purify me)
oh Lord help me

i’ll meet you at the river
and there wash me

If Jesus could hear us now
bending all his words
of which he’s proud
but the carpenter was only
making invitations
voicing the opinions of others

sending down a word
that travels well
only as a vessel
as a bell
and the violence you’ve mistaken
in the words you took to be taken
and the images of hatred
against all that we’re worth
all that you love
all that you give
all we hold dear

If Mohammed could see us now
shaking down the walls
but not as prayer
and the power games that play out
and the lies that come within out
against all we are worth
all we hold dear
all that is true
all that we love
all we dream of
all that you give

I am a twirling center of consciousness
Bouncing your way with benevolent fury
Get out of my way!
Get out of my way!
And you’ll miss the impact.

and now the hours drag and
my breath is held against
some unforeseen hoped for
prophesied forgotten
pain

do we understand
do we know
and yet we dare to draw near
can we hope to understand
audacity is our warrant to search
but this same entitlement is bourne
of the gift of cleverness

the thoughts grow cold in here alone
as i wait beside myself betrayed by my
affinity for soundless words and empty promises
if i want to be blue, i can do that without you

big industrial world
trains and planes
trucks crushing me
the noise a music
for our society
the crowd of humanity
can we find a place to be
squeezing the life out of the trees
these are bitter and twisted
thoughts
sent from the lord
of hopelessness
a cancer upon the earth
a cancer to ourselves

i don’t care if it is hot
i don’t care if it is cold
i don’t want the monster
to eat my soul
i don’t want to give up
in the face of anything
but hold to that which abides
and remains never a thing

every moment held and then given
are these the raindrops uncounted
or the blooms unnoticed
blood shed for noone in particular
and forgotten in a moment spectacular