It feels like
my words are...
I searched for God in temples
But nowhere was He found...
Either you are male or female,
There are no in-betweens...
I think we are all mindset
Within our circle we all stay...
May I be found in Christ to be His slave
And never a slave to sin...
An idle mind is easily soothed
An active mind easily construed...
I watch you from a distance
sipping reddish juice...
We made a god that teaches only want.
It opened its mouth; wasps buzzed forth...
The penny
finally dropped...
It is natural for a person to be dissatisfied with...
Some ease into this intrusion early, some cast it...
We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...
*** This is a poem that recycles bits and pieces...
All my life I’ve tried so hard to become a happy...