Tuesday, March 28, 2017
On the outside she's deep. On the inside she's raw. On the outside, she tells you what she knows. On the inside, she tells you what she thinks. On the outside, she praises, but on the inside she worships. On the outside she's armored, but on the inside she takes it apart. On the outside it's tricky, but on the inside its simplified. On the outside she'll fall, but on the inside she's caught.
It's no wonder then why they desired to be on the inside.
She tried to erase her crosses, but the oil had been absorbed. She was surrounded by the presence. It was deep beneath the paint on her walls. There she remained anointed.
If ever she's in a dark spot, he'll come by. If ever she can't be seen, he shows up.
if ever she steps out of her glorious light, he'll be there.
Arise; they're looking for you. Arise; they're waiting for you. Arise; they're hoping for you. Arise, they're coming for you. Arise; they're dancing for you. Arise; they're talking to you. Arise!
Arise and see for yourself. Arise and show yourself. Arise with hope for yourself. Arise and come to yourself. Arise and dance yourself. Arise! Arise and speak for yourself.
In the shadows of the stairwell, listen for the clamor. It is there in view of the lake, that dogs will need walking, ducks will need bathing, legs will need stretching, and cigars will need airing. Listen for the clamor. It is there in the shade, where mysteries will be revealed.
Monday, March 27, 2017
Sunday, March 19, 2017
There are times she sees and ignores; there are times she sees, and confronts what she sees. There are times she sees and writes a description, and there are times she sees and still goes to sleep. Still, there are times she sees as they go by, but mostly there are times that sees her as she passes by. In the end, something was always moving; either the eyes, the time, or she herself.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Monday, March 13, 2017
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Saturday, March 4, 2017
She asked me if my hair was thin. I said no. My hair is like wool. She then asked, do you always speak about church? At first I was lost. Then I remembered. Yeah, know thyself.