last night i slept with the lights on
well, i hardly slept
but when i did i had the lights on
it's cause i watched a scary movie
i watched a fictional but scary movie
and its images were wrapped up in my head
and there was so much fear inside my little head
and i thought, i'm not supposed to be scared
i'm supposed to know it can't happen
i'm supposed to know that even if it could god would take care of me
but my covers and my lights were safer bets
oh how wrong i was.

wrap your arms around me jesus
let me know how loving feels
carry me like a sleeping child
show me love tender, show me love wild

i guess i shouldn't be asleep
i guess that i should be arising
i should be proclaming
get up! there is so much love to be had!
oh, in the wilderness you have sought it
because you love the untamed freedom
well the sea that is his love is no more tame
it is wild and it is free
or what you need for it to be
i should be proclaiming
get up! there is so much love to be had!
oh it's so true.
SO MUCH LOVE-- overwhelming-- drown in it!
it is good!
but right now no one's here to listen so my prayer is somewhat different.
wrap your arms around me jesus.
tender.
mild.
gentle...
softly.

and maybe tomorrow... it can be untamed.
unimaginable.
wild.

fuck your questions, your depressions, your regressions
you have no idea do you
fuck your lessons, your recessions, your suggestions
because you've never seen past your silver lining
and yet all you hear from there is whining
and fuck your scripture quoting
when all we need is God
and fuck your day devoting
while over us you've trod
and fuck your gospel halo
when all we need is love
and fuck your jesus king throne
cause we can't rise above
fuck your sessions, your agressions, your confessions
you have no idea do you
fuck your sin shuns, your intentions, your repressions
because you've never seen past your silver lining
while we're just searching for its glimpse
yet all you hear from there is whining
and we're just looking for its kiss

so i decided to make this a place where all i do is post things that other people write that i like. i will probably usually forget, but here's a beginning.

 

remove the spot! the lady cries aloud in her disdain
with bloody hands
we scrub and
rid ourselves the
unmet virtue that leaves
our soul bereft
but soap and water can't
atone for us like lady macbeth

the marriage of physical and mental purity seems
inconsequential
but if we could only see
that Shakespeare has
effected us beyond
what we would think
our guilty hands and minds
receive forgiveness in the sink

sometimes 'good decisions' are made worse by our intentions
I find it quite
cathartic to
soak with hyacinth
to chose the right
for my conscience
if I'd my choice of gift
I would choose the antiseptic

~i forget the author