O my Lord, teach me to scribble my pen, in Thy Glory
O my Lord, empty this heart’s cup, to fill it with Thy Love
O my Lord, move these feet to dance, to the rhythm of Thy Music
O my Lord, strengthen these arms, that they may carry Thy Will
O my Lord, grow this tree of life, to bear the fruits of Thy Name
O my Lord, chip these stories away, that I may become a vessel of Thy Light
O my Lord, embrace this body so that I may dissipate into Thee
That I may fade to become Thee.
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Thursday, August 11, 2011
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Harley and the Half-Burned Rage
I hope your badge is still intact, The one on your Harley jacket, “Sex Champion.” Bold. Confident. Delusional. You wore rebellion like you...
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Rodents mark their presence, as they skitter away, behind the locked prison doors. Those rust eaten bars and these iron shackles, hold me ba...
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Eyes of love fixed on a world that does not exist.Twisted words played to keep the dice rolling.It's own thorns are killing the rose, wh...
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Heavy thoughts weight my body down, as I try to lift my arms and move my legs. Sprawled across the empty room, blood wasting away from the s...