The trumpet in that ancient band
She said “It's hot, the way you stand.”
A stubborn heart inside this man
Infinite love buried under sand
I cannot take this anymore!
I wanna get the fuck out!
I'm gonna work more days each week
One day I will have clout
Random lines to pass the time
It just shows that the state
I've been in; static unreality
Makes all chaos…no straights
7 years of existential tears
Like nothing is even real
I will strain at this cruel game
I'm not the devil's meal!
I do not even feel a thing
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
If he dies will I even cry?
Unfolding until it's true
All so weird…I want to own it
I’ll kill the shame
But won’t disown it
All was in dear Christ's atonement
But I don't see it in the moment
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It is the end of this poem that captures my interest and the last two lines particularly that seem so common in all of us. Well said
Thanks man, and I'm glad you're enjoying my poems. You're right in that it is common for most of us...but we call things that be not as though they are and we receive the things provided for in Christ's atonement. Bruce Lee said something that aligns with this Scriptural principle on your words shaping reality...Bruce said "Don't speak negatively about yourself, even as a joke, your body doesn't know the difference...words are energy and they cast spells, that's why it's called spelling, change the way you speak about yourself and you can change your life."
You are most welcome
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