What feeds troubled souls
Leaves me stifled and sickly
Proof I’m of Angels
What feeds troubled souls
Leaves me stifled and sickly
Proof I’m of Angels
Grey days
Why days
My days
Always
Now God
How God
Wow God
My God
How hard hammering away
At a nickel
The 5 cents of your Day it was worth
The less it’s worth now
The gods
Non-existent
The idols
Unworthy
They so wanted This
Broken mirrors
A hidden smile
Cookie crumbs
A life worthwhile
Be the well thought of one
Slander thought leaders in secret
Be the voice of reason
Poison the voice in their heads
Be the beautiful one
Tear down their beauty when no one is looking
Be invincible
Make them invisible
Find me when I’m ninety
Barefoot and expectant still
This life we knitted
Will bear kindness
Look at me -kindness!
All in
All-out
Or else
We wish for someone
Who will tell us “I am here”
Will we be that One
Me
You have anchored me
Tho’ I know not
Do I
Sit at the bottom of the ocean
Or is
The mountaintop my resting place
I keep you alive
I water you every day
Li’l gladiola
Go watering can
Gather up all the world’s dust
Some back shelf I pray
Did you ever believe
With all your heart
If you gave your heart
And all the walked-out words
Under the Sun
And indeed, gave even the Sun
If you gave that
If you gave a damn
Ten damns
A thousand damns
That you could journey
To their heart
And change their words
Their spat-out words
That broke the all of your heart
You gave
Did you ever believe that