Oh how I'm trying now
burrowing a way
from me to another
and thee back to me
no thought of thou or vows
or anything like that
or other please love me
lies lying inside
I’m trying now
constant steady stream
decidedly ready to run
here's letting you know I’m coming
-a great defeat-
inside your city walls
standing near your next heartbeat
catching falls of your feet
Maybe I'll see you
till then still in the crowd
I momentarily stand
PRAYER* WATCH (2005) Indians flee approaching cyclone I wish to mold the energy in my brain fold the sinews past old pain and reach out All of us can make change just by thinking it We live in a world where not much is strange or exotic still no reason to be un-appalled and/or un-aggrieved, that is deception not just a problem of depth perception truth will never become accustomed to pain there is something we can do with the rage and walking death dis-unifying disease sad madness hovering though it covers shrug not under the weight there is something we can do without making the world over and over in our own image Listen real soft your whispering tingling inner ring See real hard blow softly at the inner glow there ya go, try to feel it in your toes… 3 2 1 Send it from and to the outside
Welcome, next stage walking brighter steps by taking the time to think out & away Good Thoughts Now, might you consider the plethora of other easy ways to make the world better, our future less bitter? donate simple computer clicks volunteering stints arguments with folks who need soul mints PLEASE do it today, even mutter it under your breath change by thinking it
Late at night Faith and Marco sit in his rented mid size talking,
a carport protecting them from the rising sounds of a nearby freeway. They sit listening to Deborah Cox on a cd Marco burned before coming over to see Faith on his way home from working at a nearby computer lab. Faith says,
"I just feel like i’m turning into my mother or something. But that feels stupid because my mother never had people hating her."
"Your mother was well liked?", Marco asks.
"She was very well liked and respected, people were always asking me about her. My teachers, people in the drugstore." Faith replies.
Marco adjusts his seat and says, "so people liked her. They like you, that’s a good thing. What’s the problem here?"
"The problem is nothing, I don’t now. People really liked her, everyone in our whole fucking lil town."
"Except?" Marco asks.
"The people who mattered most. Me and my brother and sisters. Her family. My grandparents. Anyone who wasn’t related to her."
"And how are you different." Marco replies
Faith sits upright.
"Damn, I SO never thought about it like that. I mean, but fuck I don’t want to be her, and I try so hard not to.
"And she tried so hard not to be her mother and so on and so forth." Marco uses quote marks, "A vicious cycle!"
With All That’s Wrong With The World Here Be A Lil Write