Yesterday I was a man
Today I have no sin
A better man,
A bigger name,
Confessed and over spent.
Am I awake?
I’ve pinched myself
I see with my two eyes.
Yet here I sit
Under used
And selling ideas
For a much bigger plan.
Tag: sin
One Armed Row (day 1684)
Night’s fog had rolled on in
Long voyage to harbour – land ho!
Land at last for this ragged show.
Three fog horns led our fearless captain –
A man too honest for sailor’s gin,
All the way to One Armed Row.
Choicest of ales, where great seamen go,
And also toiled our captain’s sin.
She smiled at all who crossed the hearth:
Fodder for jealous types stuck out in open sea;
Mirth for all at One Armed Row.
Our captain, pure soil of the earth,
Led his men, each as anxious as he
To find what seeds they each could sow.
Porcelain (day 1491)
This is going to close my mind,
Set me off and be my freedom.
I have loved this long enough
To be pure peace, to be a bird.
So long as lace can call my skin
A safety net against all sin
So let the crimson blush against
All these pearls of porcelain.
Echo War Call (day 1289)
The moments begun to surrender
Time is but nigh, let’s begin.
Found all tools for plunder,
All that’s heard echoes war call.
Infinite darkness upon us,
Army’s madness carries fury.
Screeching, hollering and bloodshed,
Nobody ever remains the same.
Sadness looms like darkness,
Shame is every man’s eternal sin.
Nothing heals in these fields,
Where once grew such forgiveness.
Creeping (day 1255)
Overdose of sin
Starts creeping in,
When all life’s
Every bit of good.
Like a fast drug
Empty highway.
Animal hollers loud,
Creeping in.
You can bet my
Bouts of passion
Are gonna find me
Loosing track of sin.
Diamonds (day 1184)
Don’t believe forever ends
It’s a way to put it right
Diamonds in bright sunlight
And my savior sits on a weathered post
And my savior sits on a weathered post
A toothless grin I cannot see
Holds my left hand agape
A maker for my extra parts
And my savior sits on a weathered post
And my savior sits on a weathered post
Bending my will to fit your skin
Wrapped around with blood and sin
Design a hungry bird’s mouth
And my savior sits on a weathered post
And my savior sits on a weathered post
A Naked Gift (day 1071)
Warm water has rushed over my body,
Cleaned me of my sins and soaking
Virgin soil beneath my feet.
I have witnessed a standard
Leave nothing in return.
Shaking free the eggcorn
That grabs on tight to my chest.
Looking at my neat bundle of sticks
I collected while stepping over
Last year’s dead leaves, I realized
How stubborn I had been.
Yet, my every ounce of energy
Was focused as my petrified soul
Shook in an exposed, naked gift.
Current’s Edge (day 990)
I walk my freedom with long bold steps
– Passionate about underlying rocks,
Saturated in air; fluid, full, exhilarating –
To my captures edge: sin and sorrow.
“DEFINE MY PATH!” From the tops of my lungs,
Knocking at doors of suffering madness
That tied these knots upon my bare feet.
It’s a long walk along hurt’s path,
A long breath to hold, withdraw,
With destiny, located amidst rubble.
It’s a long walk to freedom,
Blistering sores and stained reason.
Along my gall’s edge I protest,
Along gall’s edge I step,
And in this path I do not quiver,
I do not shake with torrent sadness,
For to my edge [my sin and sorrow],
I stare with will, my choice and I,
Into the void, my current’s capture,
And let flow from the tops of my lungs.
Whipping (day 966)
Footsteps.
I got feet moving madly
Focus swinging heavily
Into night hoppin ’round
It’s a free thing
Holders making loose
Letters whipping over
And settlers digging in
Whip my whispers through the air
Spitting gamblers on the wave
Yelling mercy
Mother! I beg mother, MERCY
Flow, let it flow
Let gold reign on down
And madness kick me so hard
I leave my footsteps burned of sin
Into Abandon (day 905)
Forever I walk as lonely gales
Blow against my heart
And sin and passion and ruthless desire
Shocked against pure pressure
Foot for foot I walk the line
That brings on changing weather
So who, but I, am fit to take
This step into abandon