Jesus Peace

“‘Clang, Bang, Clang’ went big iron doors

They put me in a cell with bars and concrete floors”

I sit upon the precipice of new existence

Turning my back on my old ways, old modes

Of thinking that always cause trouble:

Discord and Envy gnaw at my heels;

The heavy oil fills the stomach, nauseated and content;

Foreskin torn from the heat of masturbation.

A new path opens, though I can’t divine

Whether its path leads to salvation or a flaming coffin.

I try to stay, to be worthy of the esteem

Of the lady of my heart, and yet carnal cravings

Drive me to seek touch without love,

Grasp without tenderness, contact sans compassion.

A desperately lonely man who won’t get out of his own prison

For fear of the perils of the outside

A silly man who wants to cry but can’t

A lugubrious man who wants for the world but hasn’t the patience

A shameful man who can’t accept failure

An anxious man who is depressed

A depressed man who is anxious

You’ll “never catch me with a Jesus piece”

You’ll “never catch me with that Jesus peace”

"YOUR ETERNAL LOVE

Has been removed from the list."

How else can the wrought iron be perfected

if not in the purging flame?