Let our kiss infringe upon the holy, Spilling truth on their toxins. After suffering infinite silence and death of rebellion, Let church bells ring in our honor— The shunned and ravaged brothers and sisters “In God’s name,” But God never said. Let choir birds sing
Lindsay leaned over her computer keyboard, intent on the spaceman-green letters on the screen. Though her typing 201 class still used manual typewriters, here in Mr. Coyote’s Business Machines the school went high-tech. The teacher glided past Lindsay’s row like a phantom, peering down at
A faint reflection mirrors water so blue Teardrops cause a ripple debut Undiscovered, unloved, undone A bleeding heart compelled to run Loneliness and disappointment grip the soul Shattered dreams have taken their toll People pass by, unaware of the scene Maybe too busy living out
I saw it in your eyes, that look from you seemed to look straight through me Invisibly I stood before you the past we shared held no future for the two of us I’d done too much you used to tell me it was unconditional
She stares off into space, disappointment marks her face Her spirit weakens as she stares at an empty bottle of grace She’s grown weary in spirit pretending all these years Hiding in the shadows, paralyzed by her fears She feels the weight of untamed forces,
While Jacob sat patting his young pup, his mother finished serving several portions of the evening meal into a large covered dish, and added a bag containing bread for all those who watched that night. It would be his job to take these meals to
Wonderful So, I was watching the workings of that Strange in-between place called adulthood Where you’re not happy, but you’re not Devastated either, ’cause it’s understood That for the sake of survival, wonderful Questions about the reason for little Lubricants of falsity can be asked
When you’re cryin’ on the inside, and puttin’ on the face, When your heart feels like its breakin’ and you want to quit the race. You are not alone, dear child, the Father gently says, Lay your head upon my shoulder and let Me calm
I have watched God take Her love and squeeze it through a surgeon’s precise line of vision to save the heartbeat of a strait who would probably vomit to know a Lesbian operated. I have heard God distill His grandeur through a Brother’s gay fingers
I come here to your cross, Christ, a raging quean. I want to walk with my head high, a child of God, but I am feeling too much like the scum people take me to be. Sometimes I get downright campy and want to shout