![]() Jesus, we have three seats OPEN!?A Poem by Laura Maidah
Jesus is the geek in the cafeteria sitting by himself and i'm the guy pretending he's not my friend. I'm apologizing, for i'm the same as them. I hated them and i knew they made me look like a fool; It's like He's following me around. I'm confessing to you that I need you to forgive me, for misrepresenting God, like that raping priest.
I should have told you that long, long ago. Would you have me, Father? Would You have ME! He said, "I'm with you." I have so much to apologize for. Maybe i'll start with the crusades and united states' foreign policy. Child. You're gonna be here for a while. i believe in this: i think i do. Oh. I do! Jesus, we got three spaces ( title). Last time i saw Your painting. It's still in the garage; it's very nice. One second. God, you look nice. I like your red-golden hair. You are a-burning like the sungod. Oh, Tsornin. You can be my shield. In the dark i see. In the quiet place where i'm lying with a down-turned face, You come and distract me from what's coming at me. Oh! You give me something to look forward to; truth be told, sometimes it's only You, and i feel so much better while we are together. Where i'm lying with my down-turned face... He lets people sign away their rights and takes it all. "Take My hand and let it come; let it come"-halcyon. If society breeds violence, you become violent. What else can there be but what you look up to? QWERTu minoogr © 2013 Laura Maidah |
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