firework

Firework
7-4-13

It's a lousy July the fourth
But I can call it wonderful
In that I choose to smile
Even if I might not feel this way
Knowing not if this pen is working like it should
When there is no absolute truth as far as the ink goes on and on
Refusing to stand up to salute a flag of futility
It's a lousy July the fourth
Where my cigarettes serve as my only fireworks of futility
And famine by my fast
Where I am alone
O, yeah at last...




Tug
7-4-13

The love of God here and now
Tugs at the strings of my heart
And I can feel it in the recollections
Of last night's dreams
Of reporting to my classes of mathematics and art
Where I wake to coffee and smoke
And get a fresh new start
In that the love of God makes her way into my aorta of sorts
Yet to declare that Pall Malls are even better than Newports
Acknowledging the similarities at my right hand
That holds the pen of a ready writer....





Top
7-4-13

Love will be our heavenly sacrifice
In remembrance in how once and for all
Jesus has paid the price
By the playing again of Radiohead's The Bends
To know the love of God that such a sound in new ways defends
Of such love letters to wee lasses
This Jesus freak yet sends
Where high and dry are the strings of my heart
Doing good to do without in declaring thou art
Where love is my heavenly sacrifice
Being the top of the whole law
Where compassion doth yet suffice....