Am I jealous?
Am I stupid?
Am I dense?
Am I afraid?
***NOTE*** The following is somethign I wrote to go with a post I am doing titled “Why Are You So Mad – The Face of Intolerance.” Which is a response to a blog post I read this week which illustrates the frustration I have being called intolerant for my beilefs. For some of my other thoughts on the question of intolerance I invite you to read this post.
Editor’s Note* – This morning I am only publishing a short poem titled “untitled” as I am being featured on the site Careless in the Care of God as a guest poster – not like one you’d find in your bedroom, assuming your a teenager still. You can get to her site at the link above or by clicking here. To get to my post click here or here.
The site belongs to my new friend April Best and It would be great if you check out some of her posts and showed her some comment love while you’re there – please let her know how you found her site – we love that sort of thing. Now, without further ado…
A fascination with the unknown – passion for what’s not seen;
Understanding overtones – living in between.
Quiet pandering to a hollow soul seeking to kill all it sees – crying.
Searching for light. Longing for the engagement of another – lost below the waves of anxiety.
Alone in my corner with anguish I plead.
It’s dark and cold, there is no fire – the warmth would be comforting.
Not what I thought, I think as they laugh – they tricked and they lied to me.
*Note: Several years ago I worked for Kinko’s Copies – they no longer exist so I can use their name. I wrote a lot in those days. I frequently carried a sheet of paper around in the really awful aprons they forced us to wear. I would fold up a sheet and cover it with random thoughts or ideas whenever something struck me – not all of it constitutes “poetry” as such. What follows are some of the things I wrote on a random night at some point between 1993 and 2007. The pictures are the originals, they include things that I am not typing out – feel free to check them out and let me know what you think.
And now, without further ado I present “Poems from the graveyard”
How do you know the heart in me; when I hardly know it myself?
How do you love me so completely, when I cannot let go?
How do you know just what to say when I’m about to cry?
How do you know what the answer is and I do not know why?
The course of things that changed forever remains forever changed.
Can you accept the unacceptable, a testament to pain.
Rejoice you sinner, live and breathe and let your anger fly;
Return my Savior, take my hand I long to see your face.
Turn my heart back toward you and take my life away.
I give you all the gifts I have; I only ask your love.
To move, to see, to hate, to feel it’s all the same to me;
To stay, be blind, to love, to hide to simply sit and be.
Open up your mind to me so I can see the truth;
Fill me with the light of life and teach me how to share.
Drive from me the lust of life for my own selfish gain;
Revive my want to be your tool to love and serve and save.
Excessive indifference, soft painted heart, hallow space in time.
Imprisoned in my empty dreams; seems that they’re not mine.