Monday, August 31, 2009

i will sit here...

Sit down and listen, to what I have to say.
I can say a lot of things and mean nothing, I can say nothing and mean everything.
Your words are burning my intestines.
My pupils are dilating.
The rosary has fallen.
There is irony in simplicity.
My migraine is pleasant.
the bible is burning.

Sit down and listen, to what I have to say.
I can do many things and be nothing, I can do nothing and be something.
Your eyes are incriminating me.
My hands are shaking.
The pen has broken.
there is doubt in society.
this pain is hastened.
the cross is rotting.

In all this I’ve failed to rhyme, to capture a single word with the passage of time.
I will sit here, and listen.
I will sit here and see the stars go by.
I will be here and wait to hear the churning of peace.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


i have all these thoughts in my head, i feel like its going to explode. please answer me, please answer my prayers, the question is getting old, its been years now and you still don't answer me....