words
over the years
don’t mean much
i
don’t remember any of my words
but
i remember every touch
i
don’t fear death
but
i despise his hooded robe
he’s
come recently for ones i love
which
has brought me more clarity
than
any of this living has ever done
lately
compassion is my fashion
helped
a stranded motorist
get
his car started
fed
another homeless person
asked
a young strung out girl
crying in the rain
if
she needed help
she
replied,
“please
don’t tell anybody”
i
let her be
but
i can still see
her
fragile form folding
under
the force of
everyone’s
own frailty
i
don’t give a fuck
what
you think of me
and
yes
my
high wire act
will
not always be death defying
but
i will be the first
to
pick you up out of the gutter
i’ve
often lain in
utter
the
melodic piano melody
that
helps us to see
there
just might be
more
than all this
offer
a warm towel for your tears
feed
you
and
my love is unconditional
i’ll
even share my cigarettes
and
whiskey
if
that’s what you need
i
remember this church i once attended
they
brought this filthy vile sinner
to
the leader of the recovery ministry
who
was in recovery himself
advising
him of the weakness
of
the condemned
he
threw his arms around him
everyone
dropped their stones
and
walked away
because
forgiveness is the most
powerful
force this universe
has
ever witnessed
and
i don’t want to get into
a
god conundrum
the
if
then
why
and
i don’t know if that
beautiful
girl
with
the pink hair
will
receive divine assistance
to
overcome
what
no one else can
or
if she’ll just be another statistic
with
a needle in her arm
blood
no longer coursing
through
her veins
but
that doesn’t mean
i
may as well
dismiss
all others
to
the depths of hell
while
i build a tower
that
reaches the heavens
all
i’m saying is
i
can’t save anybody
but
i can react to
the
immediate need
right
in front of me
in
that very moment
and
make that
instead
of my make believe
selfish
need
the
priority
is
this god waiting for me
instead
of me waiting for god
again
i don’t know
and
the need in front of me
is
too great
to
have time to carry on conversation
with
the council of the reservation
and
i don’t do this to be
counted
worthy
because
yeah
if
there is such a thing
as
a sinner
the
devil has wallpapered hell
with
me as his poster child
i’m
just asking if it’s such
an
awful thing
to
have humility
heaped
by hardship
be
the plow
that
breaks the hardness of the
fallow
ground of your heart
so
seeds can be planted
that
grow apart from the weeds
so
that there is a fruitful crop
whose
harvest
might
have a value beyond
the
market place
nothing
will be erased
nothing
will be sustained
by
my hand
no
gesture is grand
but
because of me
a
man made his way home
in
his car
a
homeless person
slept
with a full belly
and
the girl with the pink hair?
well,
i can’t fix everything
but
she still weighs
heavy
on my heart
i
look for her on every corner
so
maybe i can be the one
who
carries her to an emergency room
so
she can live to know
the
beautiful moments
that
exists when the selfishness
cultivated
by the fear
of
meeting your own needs
has
been freed
by
finding
the
real meaning of life
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