THOSE EYES
The day that I was born into this world

I stared into her beautiful eyes and I said

'Mother, tell me what I already know.’

And then I developed into a playful little boy.

And while I kicked the soccer ball on the open field,

And hit the cricket ball eagerly with my school friends,

I looked into innocent eyes and,

I saw.

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AMEN SAYS GOD

The Cross

Reminds me

Of love,

Hope, fragility,

Strength, virtue,

Impossibility changed...

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PSALM 23 - NOT
The TV is my shepherd
I shall always be in want
It makes me sit down in comfy chairs
With my feet up on the table
It destroys my soul

It leads me into paths of imaginings
For the dollars sake

Yea though I flick through the valley of
the shadows of commercials
I will fear no evil
For the remote is with me
The pictures and noise they annoy me

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THE NEWS

Tonight I watched the news
There were stories of countries
In the midst of war
People, like you and me
Experiencing the tragic everyday
Having to find food and shelter
Having to find beds in hospitals
The loss of loved ones
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UNTITLED
Father, I love You
Thankyou for who You are
God, You're wonderful
You take the weak and make them strong
The weary and fill them up
The downcast and fill them with joy
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ANOMALY

Generations, now, have held to the official line
that our collective soul, ashened,
is destined for some black hole
in impersonal space.
(The pharaoh remains entombed in his pyramid
stuck on the starting blocks.
The emperor and his army are terracotta
and Jesus' mansion is a castle in the air.)
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UNTITLED

give me space
I need to breathe

not
the short, sharp gasp
not
the 'need it now' suck

give me space
I need to breathe

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MAYBE

maybe she's too wild to live
with 'niceties' and caution
maybe
she's a child struggling
with an adults' portion
maybe though her thoughts are free
her joy has felt the knife and
conventions dressed as righteousness
are draining her of life

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PSALM 130 - AN ASCENDING SONG

From deep within, my yearning call
Lord, I cry out to Thee
O Lord please hear my crying
Tune in your ears to me
Has not my ceaseless pleading
Reached up to where you'd be?
I'm in the depths of grieving
Have you not heard from me?

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