Saints try so many things

In streets and alleyways

Children run up to them

Just knowing they’ll eat today

And it’s a known fact, that

Though no cameras go

But that child tells a story

And that testimony has legs

And all the stories meet

In a great convention

For God’s glory

All proving that

Everyone becomes known

For who they are

A bag of solid lies

Blond doesn’t matter

Because the cartoon is loved

More than the actual prize

And scrub scrub scrub

The dirt from the tale

But she’ll see it all her days

Cause her God won’t be known long

Only bit by bit by bit

And He will be awesome

And it will be like never before

Cause she’s been in the classroom

Since two centuries before she was born

And she’ll finally understand

All the fuss with God

That rag mop doll

She has barely got a number

I want to be through it

On the other side looking back

Having landed safely

To see the canyon

To think, oh that was close

But I’m safe and set-apart

One of those who tasted it

One of those who rests

I just want help others to get there

I don’t want the lies

I don’t want the scheming

I don’t want rage-inducing fear

I want to be free from it all

And I don’t care if anyone ever noticed

That I’m the jumper that dared

Cause I wasn’t creative just to be creative

I just really wanted to help people see

I just wanted other people to jump

And perhaps to be known, a little, then

But now. I just want people to know.

You kiss hard because you’re desperate

Getting juice out of dry limes

It hurts my face and it stinks

Cause you smoke so much

Vice on vice on vice

And now me, a nobody

Called to help with the glee

You are an example, yes?

Of rock bottom

Of the loneliest lonely

You agree you’re pathetic

Yet you’re so trapped

Your thick ice has broken off

And you’re heading farther out

Where you will die

If you are lucky

And you will think that’s nice

Underbelly

You annoy the birds

Because you’ve no melody

Yet you sing

Low drones

So strong the hook

So sure the grip

And you deliver not

As you promise not

Yet we gallup and nay

Call and come

And buy the ugly vowels

That make up knowing moans

Oh, deep and harsh

Like a twist or slow plunge

Of a knife as long as life

Quit calling me, old friend

He didn’t kiss her

One of many things

From blindness to confession

What awful chase

To a new awake

All that I could do without

Except the new car smell

There’s a great novel there

That won’t be told

Cause I’d be dead

There’s no escape

I already know

The dogs will bite

I’ll offer my arm

Then the other

No way to hold on

Here, Boy!

He didn’t kiss her

One of many things

From blindness to confession

What awful chase

To a new awake

All that I could do without

Except the new car smell

There’s a great novel there

That won’t be told

Cause I’d be dead

There’s no escape

I already know

The dogs will bite

I’ll offer my arm

Then the other

No way to hold on

Here, Boy!

Who knew

One little curse word

Could have so much power

I had just run the key

Into my knee

There’s a man

Who deserves the right

To let it fly

But getting offended

Just couldn’t wait

You almost died too

But still had time

To think less of me

And now you got me

Looking through trash

You’re so lonely

You breath fire

That day

I left you

I can’t be bothered

With someone

Who does not see all the

Ugly colors of the world

Maybe simply order another

But it wasnt about that

You needed to see

Your king on his knees

You’re very small still

How is it

Being married

To your consolation

Only one clear lane

Idiot tries to pass

Swings ’round like a bat

Car meets rock wall

No seatbelt

Cars to old

Door flies open

I fly out

On the ground

Completely out

Next thing I know

Trucker standing over me

Lone rig driver

Saying don’t touch you hair

You’ve got glass everywhere

Let me take you home

Instead of the hospital

Avoids consequences

Almost killed a teen

Call mom from home

Stay awake don’t sleep

Ok then out cold

Face, neck, knees bleeding

Car totaled

Only one clear lane

Idiot tries to pass

I don’t sing

I don’t cry at movies

I don’t play the radio

Because you showed up

Poured my heart

Into old ice trays

Froze me,

Alone and solid

Then slammed me down

Shattering me

Into a million pieces

And left me melting

In the corner

By the door