Voices
Carry
I
wanna run down the street,
screaming
No
retreat baby, no surrender
but
I softly hear You remind me
All
of my
ambitions
hopes and plans
I
surrender these
into
Your hands
Now
all them things that seemed so important,
well
mister they vanished right into the air
I
act like I don't remember, he acts
like
he don't care
But
He cares, He's seated on the throne
Exalted
I
cross the beams,
standing
on my own oxygen cord
tangled
with
heart
monitor
IV
tube
and
of course,
because
you can't take
the
write out of
the
writer
the
laptop cord
Tangled
cords, is
what
I've become, and
competing
voices
(This
pensione is not what we'd been led to expect)
Yet
I have a view
Not
The River
Rooftop,
only
But
from here, I can't spin cords
From
my wrists, and
fly
up, up and away
web,
of
confusion
I
wake with a
freight
train rumbling through the middle of my head
I'm
on fire
always
tangled, struggling
Who
is this King of Glory?
Who
pursues me with His love?
But
I want
I
Have Become Comfortably Numb
Numb,
to it all
the
voices
the
cords
the
(I lack) surrender
So
once again,
I
put my hand in Yours,
Jesus
Messiah,
Lord
of All
Receive
Amazing
Grace
My
chains are gone,
I've
been set free.
πππππππ
It's
not really a secret, though I'm trying not to dwell there but
instead in the land of contentment. Health issues are my current
lot in life. Half asleep, didn't have a poem done before bed. Mad
and frustrated, songs, secular and sacred running
through my head. So I invented my own form. Poets do that all the
time, at least the real ones, and I am real. Here I sit. Real. Writing
poetry. It isn't magic (Andrew...) it's just a form of expression.
I express myself a LOT in the quotes of others.
If
you want to play, see how many songs and movies make up the words I
wrote. No, I'm not telling you how many to look for...today.
πππππππ
I'm
shyly sneaking in late to d'Verse, in my pajamas, but I don't think
they'll care. They are pretty mellow over there, which is why I like
to hang out. You can too. Linky still open. Promote #d'Verse, @d'Verse please.
~Tina,
sleepless in CO (now there's an obvious one, though mangled, so it
doesn't count)
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