wonderwanda
Apr 28, 2004 23:21
Though weary, bound in mortal chain
I by great love leave stains
Of rest and hope.
I carry on; I do not let
Myself forget that flesh
Means naught to God,
Nor do I lose myself in
Petty woe.
Thus knowing I am not my flesh,
I confident keep rising,
Compromising never cycles of
Unending grace.
wonderwanda
Apr 26, 2004 23:19
I woke up between
The satin shades of slumber,
For my needing
Made my pleading
Honey-dripped in white
Cascades.
Though the dream now fading
Like the ripple of the
Waters caresses
Echoes, confesses,
I have but to wake to
A more fragile dawn.
wonderwanda
Apr 24, 2004 23:19
To cast it out
I cast it out
And still get rid of
Nothing.
To cast it out
He cast it out
And so destroys that
Something.
wonderwanda
Apr 16, 2004 23:03
Crystalline showers of shock
Make drenched
My body and my mind
As they run down my back--
This cannot be the last
There is.
I won't
Accept it;
I won't
Permit it;
I cannot make myself
Believe I won't be
Washed again.
wonderwanda
Apr 15, 2004 12:37
In one eternal second
While beneath the weight of
Heated flesh, I find myself
Too pained to let my
Eyes not freely weep.
I strain for such an
Agony of pain and am
Yet lost beneath the
Frame--oh, hear! oh find
Me in my vanity, that I
In being found a greater
Love may ever come to keep!
wonderwanda
Apr 14, 2004 01:07
On 5th and 42nd
The vet and another
Eat sympathy chicken
While Yorgin strums his guitar.
No ignorance shows in the
Strumming while
Samaritans humming
Keep pace with the hymn.
The dirt of the city is
Extended with hands,
And no one dares mention
The food which surrounds them
In ungiven hoards--the
Guests in the nearby hotel
Deny they are there.
wonderwanda
Apr 07, 2004 17:30
I woke up in sweat
And kissed your lips again
Though you were
Nowhere near me.
I felt myself
Restrain myself
Though all I wanted was
To be made passion's whore--
What awful agony is this,
That but for righteousness
I cannot my heart induldge!
I do not reach as once
I did--have pity and explain
Why I must bear my
Silent hands instead!
wonderwanda
Apr 06, 2004 16:40
I can feel it churning and twisting
Churning and listing
My faults deep within.
I feel it searching, expanding,
Ripping, demanding
The giving of more of my share.
Whatever it is, it's not
Who I am, and I haven't got
Time for its shit.
wonderwanda
Apr 05, 2004 12:27
I know I can do it
Despite myself,
If but to spite myself
And learn a little bit
Of life.
I know I'll get up
From crushing thumbs
And rushing words
When I haven't very much
To keep my balance.
No matter what the cost,
I won't give in;
I won't give up
No matter what the scourge makes lost
To mortal flesh and mind.