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Bury Me

Mother feeds me, she seeds me.
She warms her children, draws them strong.
We listen to her poison
And let the praise erode with sin
‘Til we have nothing left within.

Bury me ’til I’m suffocating.
Bury me ’til I can’t breathe in.
Bury me ’til I can’t see the sun,
‘Til all I can see is the Son.

Mother tells me to prune her garden
And calls me shepherd, carer.
Forget the stick, here’s a bloom.
Bury that heart beside this flower,
‘Til it has all your power.

Bury me ’til I’m suffocating.
Bury me ’til I can’t breathe in.
Bury me ’til I can’t see the sun,
‘Til all I can see is the Son.

Bury me

Then set me free as the Lion
To tear up her garden
And roar at the gnomes.
Give me claws, give me teeth
Give me all Mother took from my sheath.

Bury me ’til I’m suffocating.
Bury me ’til I can’t breathe in.
Bury me ’til I can’t see the sun,
‘Til all I can see is the Son.

Bury me

Then shout my name
And tell them my might.
Silence her lies
And give me your sight.
Brand me with truth
That I might be a light.

Shout my name so I may scream your own
And guide them from her garden
To your great throne.

Statue of Bronze

A war between copper and tin
Shredding a statue of bronze
And leaving it wonderin’
If it is the sum or if it is the parts
Or if it is a being of a different skin.

It is frozen in place,
In the corner of a garden,
Its eyes fixed on a sacred base
And the angel of gold stood on its face

With every hand placed on her skin
The molecules of his within
Break apart, not how they’ve been,
Until he fears that he will melt
To a puddle, when it’s felt
Will leave a burning and a welt
On all who notice where he dwelt.

He pleads the sculptor of his life
To keep his shape set through his strife
And turn him from his golden queen
Or lift her eyes to be his wife

We Took a Life

This poem I wrote as a stream of consciousness, then went back and started editing, as I do many poems.  But as I was doing this I felt like I was taking some of the soul out of it.  I felt like this one just needed to be raw, so I am going to include both the abridged, somewhat edited version and the original stream of consciousness in this post.

Abridged version:

Another life we ended today
Its light washed away
By this war of “we” and “they.”
A nameless casualty
For rights and wrongs.
Another life you took today
With every word you say
Against your neighbor in this way.
Not one syllable will he hear
As every letter wears your soul.
Another life we gave to hate
Telling our neighbor to fear his mate.
Another life we took today
Not of the stray
We love far less
But of ourselves so filled with hate
We forget the word we stand for
Has four letters of its own:

Look out for those who cannot see
Obey the word of your father
Value no thing above your brother
Endeavor for a world of peace

An order we were given
By the commander of life
But it only is applied
Where it is needed least.
Our orders are simple:
To be patient, to be kind,
To be as our greatest calling.
To have faith, to have hope,
To have the greatest of them all.
Another life we have taken today
With hate as our speech
Each and every day.

 
 

Original:

Another life we ended today
Its light snuffed out
By this war of righteousness
A nameless casualty
For rights and wrongs.
Another life we gave to hate
Telling our neighbor to fear his friend.
An order we were given
By the commander of life
But we only apply it
Where it is needed least.
We beg others to stop feeding the fire
While we carry logs of our own.
Each of us driven by a desire
To do what is right
We fall to the lies told of those
The wicked labels our enemy.
Blind by the story told by those
Who lead us astray
We ignore the guidance of the light
Leading to the joy we we claim to preach.
Another life we took today
Not of our neighbor
We love far less
But of ourselves so filled with hate
We forget the word we stand for
Has four letters of its own:

Look out for those who cannot see
Obey the word of your father
Value no thing above your brother
Endeavor for a world of peace

Another life you took today
With every word you say
Against your neighbor in this life.
Not one syllable will he hear
As each and every letter tears down your soul.
When I bow my head tonight
For our broken minds I pray.
When hate becomes our language
The enemy takes his lap.
Every word brings with it a tear
So no longer do I hear
The truth we claim to believe.
Our orders are simple:
To be patient, to be kind,
To be as our greatest calling.
To have faith, to have hope,
To have the greatest of them all.
Another life we have taken today
And every day we let hate be our speech.