So, it being thanksgiving I should be thankful for something...
- My momma & Dad
- My friends; new & old
- Learning lessons that are improving my life
Wrote this yesterday =]
Finding my faith
If I fall would you pick me up? If I trip on a pebble and skin my knee is it rub some dirt on it or sweet kisses? faith is a funny thing it can be a binding or a liberator I need a key to set me free. a rusty, bronze key, with intricate filigree with a leather strap held about your wrist, oh one I haven't acknowledge in years I'm all wrapped up, on layers upon layers of dirty cotton cloth like a mummy who has been dead for centuries and still the smug smile has yet to be wiped from her face. centuries. I think I've been dead for centuries too, just trying in vain be alive again shaking, and stained from the years I spent sipping from your filthy cup I'm forsaking others and traveling down a new road, gravel flying up as I drive these horses faster down this lane, blazing. faith. like black wings against an over cast sky I hear the ominous flapping of broken wings trying to lift off the ground a poor little fledgling, desperately trying to escape the jaws of a ferocious canine, oh how liberating it is to hear the heartbeat of mine as I soon know I'll be taken away and feel no pain. I want to know how many days I have left. I want to feel those seconds ticking away, then I can relay it onto you I'll be liberated by my seconds, I will live without human love, and bask purely in the earth and those who control her. I don't need you, or anything you say. Your words are like empty cans to my starving heart. It's nothing, you're nothing, I don't need any of this. I need no one. Let me find my faith in God, Buddha, or whoever I want. But, it will not be in a human such as you, men. |
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