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Still Warm In The Sky

Your love doesn’t light this darkness,

               Because you always have to be right,

               The holiest man in the room.


               Your love doesn’t chase this cold,

               Because you can’t hear the wind,

               And my cries fall on deaf ears.


               Your love is no comfort or harbor

               In the storm that has come down,

               You still bask in the sun.


               Still warm in the sky.

               Still safe in your ignorance.

               Still safe knowing you’re a prophet

               And without a single blemish.


               I just get talked down to.

               Condescended too.

               Told I am childish, foolish.


               So I face the darkness and my fears

               Alone in the night, alone without you,

               Because you can’t see what could make you doubt,

               What you don’t want to see of your brethren.


               I won’t cry when they come for you.

A Notch For Tears

Somehow you’re never at fault, never wrong.
Somehow humans are evil, but you’re without blemish.
I chase after you, push you away, mistrust you always.
Because you’re perfect, you won’t wipe away my tears.
 Tears come, and you only count them, saying the name of their sin,
putting your father hat on, to tell me Your Perfect plan to save me.
The tears come and blood is in the water, and it dawns on me,
this is what you wanted, me broken at your feet, at my weakest.
 You have to sell The Word, and the broken hear it so much better.
You’ve been collecting intelligence on my every weakness and regret.
So you can wear a mask of angel, to get a notch in your bible, ass in a pew.
Tears fall, blood in the water, all those sweet lies to get me here, broken.
 I turn away, running, blind and blurry from tears, made worse by betrayal.
All I gave you used to slit my throat and garrotte my spirit, to “Fix Me”.
Attention is a veil of daylight dread as the death choir sings your song.
I may be broken, but I am more than a mark to make a sale on.
 Fuck you! Fuck You! FUCK YOU!
 And I find a place deep in the forest, deep in the wildness of mother’s kingdom.
I chased after you, because you took time to talk, but it was always of your greatness.
I pushed you away, because you never heard what my bleeding words said.
I mistrusted you, because it always worked back to your lord, to your holy order.
 In the dark, under stars, in the quiet of wildnerness and the solace of darkness,
I find my peace, my place in the momentary dream of life, in the staggering tears.
I sit against a tree, and let the stars soothe me with their blinking arias.
Wildness, in all it’s cruelty, passion and harshness, is the softest and kindest repose.