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Monday, July 24, 2017

Trust, Spittle, Dreams and Sweat

This unpredictable
and glorious collage
of blood-splattered memories,
semen-stained butcher paper,
tear-fueled promises,
depends so much
on spittle
and dreams,
and sweat.

When you finally
discover
the horrible truth
hiding behind this
smiling harlequin mask,
I hope I am long gone,

a memory
of ashes spread
unceremoniously
into the murky
blue-black sea,

too far gone
to retrieve.

May I be
past the point
of all redemption,

save for Jesus,
who I hope
keeps His promises

and saves me.

6 comments:

  1. Better start working on being a good boy right now...time is running out:)

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  2. We must hold onto hope.. Beautifully evocative write.

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  3. All you have to do is to believe...I really like the first stanza.

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  4. That ending plea!

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  5. Takes a lot of energy to keep up that facade for so long.

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  6. The times....sigh...hope the light comes!

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