Conversations run deep
the depth of speaking...sharing... trusting truths to angels and wolves
the trusting of humanity to know it's own vanity in deciding what qualifies others
to deserve real sacrifice and love
I moved mental boxes yesterday, as we spoke
You spoke of your religion and I thought about what use to be mine
heavy dust in the corners of my spirit lifted and swirled
You said, “we all need faith when times are tough, something to believe in”
and I just simply said
'all I do is remember those who love me' even thinking of the dead
and in a way, that is what you do too
with your God whomever what or whom it may be
I trusted humanity, the skin and sacrifice of folks
that touched me in reality
I have learned from the paupers what love means
when words could not be present
and I have learned that humanity falters greatly
and sometimes rejects
the best of what it could be within itself
I have learned that I am the least of those who have exampled
honesty, integrity and and the true humanitarian spirit all of the time
so why not have conversations without defense
why not be uncomfortable in the etches of my own frame sometimes
and feel the need to faith in something more
even to realize, that I have not always been pauper enough to accept wisdom sometimes
outside of my own resources and rational
I feel my spirit groan
I feel my life in the upside down turn at times
and I know my conscience is weary even as I do the right thing
a fault of past religious ignorance
But conversations, I am open to at this moment
and need
No wolf can tear me up more than silence
No angel can restore me to an ideal sanctity
Sometimes I just need that love of a mother, or lover
that seems unconditional
in the flesh of humanity that has arms to hold
lips to kiss my cheek
and sacrifice to acknowledge
but I turn most away and I know this
and I do not know how to change it
I do not know what to hang onto
except the living and the dead of my world
Faith... well it is the object of faith that measures it all
Prove me wrong
I am bitter
I shake my fists towards heaven
I dare God himself to confront me
with who he is
I ask for change not that I am not capable of in my own power
I ask for integrity and purity that I cannot produce within myself
I shake my fists towards heaven and dare the almighty himself
to pity me
and know my name
I ask for his spit to be my rain
that I can literally feel on my skin
I ask for tenderness that calms my conscience
with a physical touch that keeps me sane
Conversations
talk doesn't matter you know
we all talk
but deep down
here is my truth
I shake my fists towards heaven
demanding
relief
and comfort
from my own domain
Thu Nov 06, 2008 9:44 pm
simply
Joined: 14 Apr 2007
Posts: 180
Hello DanceofSorrows, i comend you on your honesty in this write as i think we all have these moments (more than once for myself anyway)... the beauty of it i think is in knowing that "faith" is unique to the individual. there is no definite notion no absolute concept...i hope your well, thank you.
Simply. _________________ ....Take Care....
Tue Nov 18, 2008 3:22 pm
DanceofSorrows
Joined: 29 Aug 2004
Posts: 2837
Simply, Jc...
What a subject eh? Thank you for the replies. I read each one thoughtfully.
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