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B is for Absolvable

i declared the silver moon a wafer put it in my mouth and said, "bless me father" since you know the sin i live in is monumental only this moon will make it absolvable. bless me father and take my confession and bathe me with the rain to ease my condition since you know the sin i live in is monumental only this rain storm will make me absolvable. i lift volcanoes to my tongue it's the only way i can speak peace to old and young and since you know the sin i live in is monumental only hot coals will make me absolvable. the highest trees could not prepare an incense that would take away the stench or the incense but since you know my sin is monumental i will burn the tree for me to be absolvable. i built a room outside of creation sitting in the void; the silence is my meditation for since my attitude is high and irresponsible only exile will make me absolvable. i would take the tears of all the world's haunted baptise myself in all that pure li

B is for Red (was the solution)

Of all the colours that stepped up to heal the heart of man Who would've thought that RED would've held the Master's plan? Who would have guessed red would have the notion; That red would be the solution. Too passionate, too vibrant, too.... 'in the face' Stains every place. Blue is friendly; White, universal and yellow is built to save face. But RED.... red was the solution from the beginning. Red flowed past the evil, to cover (and give grace) to the simple Red made itself free of the body, to save a soul. One drop for you. One for me. One for the child not yet born  But somehow.... His destiny already crippled with thorns. Red was the key that led me in, to see... Blue Skies... And green pastures.... And golden streets. Ordered by the Father. Paid by the Son. Poured over heart shaped stones that began to beat again. Began to feel again Red did that.  More than animal fat, Red... did that. Drop by glorious drop. Red was the solution.

B i s for What Part (I love you)

The First Lover looked on. Arms Out; voice raised; heart moved my compassion. What part of “I Love You”, do you not see? You and I are supposed to be. What part of “I Love You”, do you not know? Only I know the way to go. What part of “I Love You”, do you not hear? I tell you I, can erase your fears. What part of “I Love You”, do you not feel? My love. My love for you is real. There you are, standing there. Wondering if somebody cares But when I told you, that I love you You just scoff and throw your hands in the air. There you are, getting by. A little make-up, a lot of lies I see those tears and your fears But when will you realize. That.... My love is forever. But you don’t have forever.  Your breath is so finite, why go to sleep alone each night? When I told you, I need you and you need me. What part of “I Love You”, do you not see? You and I are supposed to be. What part of “I Love You”, do you not know? Only I know the way

B is for Monkey and the Idol

monkey swings from the idol his hand, a tropical breeze monkey swings from the idol "monkey, do as you please." monkey laughs at devotees monkey laughs at the child monkey laughs at his own heart who begs him, 'stay for a while' monkey see, monkey doux doux darling ran away with his life monkey heart was the next to go and with it, all monkey's strife. monkey waits for the night's fall his eyes are wide like a well monkey talks to the cold wind on the idol where they both fell idol asks, 'what you want, boy?' monkey just shrugs his head cold wind asks, 'what you need, boy?' monkey just swings instead flightless bird climbed the idol's frame and brought monkey some hot tea monkey drank and then fling the cup nothing satisfies he. cold wind stole for monkey a coat and plopped it right on his frame monkey draped the idol monkey's face was the same. idol sighed and the cold wind smirked while monkey curle

B is for Traveling Companion

the stranger sings to the goddess not knowing what else... how else... if ANYTHING else can work. his intelligence is gone. his witty repartee, dried up. all he can muster is "maybe you should dial 100 for customer service". she, warm to the touch like heaven and pleasant like the hidden coves on earth. and he should tell her all this but for nought. so he plays the coldplay he sings. softly. maybe she'll like this; maybe she'll hear it's all he can say... .... pax tracy j h 03: April: 2k14