January 2, 2009 / 12:59 am
I miss home-grown
Heaven sent,
Happiness.
The kind that catches
You when you least
Expect the smile.
Candles on my seven year
Birthday cake glowing
On the faces of my nucleus
Family. And my intent was
Always to take it slow,
Turtles pace when in haste
But life got away with me.
Tricked me into hurry up
And wait and I lament the
Loss of love, the kind I thought
Family freely gave. Give me a
Break. Borderline retarded when
It came to expectations. Even
Now I slip and slide with supposition.
Proposition me and you'll see.
Forecast was for fun, actual weather?
Wicked waste of time, emotion and devotion,
And, when speaking in terms of Newton's
Laws of motion, I was a particle in the
Reference frame and they the net force
Increasing my natural velocity to a frenzied
Momentum subject to, but not equal to, their
Hot air. Dalton said that the total pressure exerted
By hot air is the sum of the partial
Pressures of each individual component in the mix.
If that's true, I had twenty-two units of
Force to compel me in any wild direction
Perfection wished for. Resurrection being the
Ultimate destination because loving God
Isn't enough. Tough time booking the Christ
But I got him enticed. Did you know He really
Hates it when you say things like "what would
Jesus do?"He'd rather you breeze through the
Boring stuff and jump straight to the
Don't-give-a-f**k. Trust me, re-adjust your
Rear-view mirror. Things are closer than they
May seem, clearer in hind-sight, and just as
Lopsidedly trite.