2003-08-17 - 5:45 a.m.
think of this as a conversation I'm trying to have with you
one inwhich my imagination is dying for a clue
as just to what I'm not quite sure until you've said your peace
but whispering a name (Lenore) I'm flooded with release
Last night I saw you in my dream on scattered lonely streets
your hair was stringing down upon your fingers on your cheeks
and you were suffering inside, I felt it in my soul
if only you could know the strength it takes to keep control
I'm haunted by your memory and what I've come to know
as the multifacet gem in me which vibrates when you glow
perhaps relaxed intensity would mellow into passion
a funny thing called intimacy -- did I tell you I'm old fashioned?
but I'm history, since you came to be
revealed in my vision
admission free: to help you see the thoughts in this decision
to go this route which comes about and morphs back into nothing
morality has got to be a science based uncuffing
and everyone sells out to something -- "whose fool are you?" applied;
this hunger is for one thing: a God-shaped void inside
and people try to fill that space with things the body wants
so I don't mean to chill your face with sarcasm and taunts
it's just to get your attention (not into beating you)
so I can state my intention, how's your god treating you?
are there moments where you wonder if this stuff is killing you?
in the lightning and the thunder is there love fulfilling you?
Please don't stay disconnected, let me know you know I care
don't impersonate neglected, call my name and I'll be there
And I would never judge you, no, not condemningly
I would not expect to budge you, I'm more in to Watchman Nee
and a dog will probably bite you if you try to take his bone
but toss the dog a steak and he'll leave that bone alone.
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