gotta run
Don’t make that face I can’t stay
Frustration
I swear I wasn’t planning this
Snow fall
What a way to ruin a day
Missed call
Met some guys for lunch
Wet socks
That dress is amazing
Lying clocks
Call me when you get home
Reluctance
You left your gloves on purpose
Downward glance
Snow doesn’t hide much
Especially a dusting
Flavorless land now salted
Uninvited storm starts howling
Uninspired! Close your screened master
Stop clicking links to more despair
And feel your engine roar
Conquer hills and blow-back hair
Fall snow, come on sun
Redden our lazy-pale skin
Follow a new trail now discovered
Get lost, get found, give in
Strangled by convenience
Addicted to efficiency
Motherboard mind
Trapped in technology
Designed to make life better
Foster authenticity
Wifi noose around a neck
Hung in front of online community
Close your computer
What’s left to say
Sunshine is better than a laptop’s glow
Get some dirt on your skin today
I(diot) phone keeps dinging
Impossible to stay away
Leave it locked inside the car
Life is better that way
Peel a fresh ripe orange
Whip up some home brew
There’s an uplugged world right outside
Designed just for you
I’ll wander until I’m lost
Find some perfect view
My computer won’t come look for me
Where the sky melts into infinite blue
Dear blood-soaked brethren
Stop leaning on your swords
Lay your shields upon the ground
Prepare for war no more
Wipe sweat from your brow
Embrace your brother-at-arms
Freedom has taken root
Return home to your farms
Harvest season start soon
Kiss your grateful wives
The king is pleased with your work
A feast is prepared tonight
I’m carrying a dead man around
His face looks just like mine
I let him decide things for me
When I’m drinking from the wrong vine
He’s an expert at his mistakes
I’m still perfecting all of mine
He died so many years ago
But he’s still here all the time
I’m carrying a dead man around
His feet dragging in the dirt
My legs never move too fast
My back just always hurts
His stink stains all my clothes
His filthy pants and rotten shirt
Hide new clothes I’ve put on,
an outfit of infinite worth
I’m carrying a dead man around
He whispers his lies to me
He is an unwelcome guest
But I’m too scared to flee
Sometimes my heart buries his corpse
Hidden in ink-black dirt, down deep
But I always unearth him, drag him out
And eat his sweet deceit
I’m carrying a dead man around
His face looks just like mine
He only exists because I let him
I’ll bury him for good this time
He died a long time ago
I no longer need his grime
My new clothes look perfect
Normal streets are starting to shine
Filled to all the Fullness
What funny mystery is this
Fallen and flawed, failing and flailing
For fruit out of grasp
Feeling that don’t last
Fortune and luck are illusions
Fondling fondly futile search for closeness
Until falling at the feet of achievement
Love at its fulfillment
His favor a sweet flavor
The recipe? Dear recompense
Freedom from emptiness
Thoughts transformed, transfixed, transfigured
a full heart can only get bigger
Taught to dance by a father
Feet move with His, together
Finding the rhythm and, finally, the time
Face to Face with Grace Divine.
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