Saturday, July 20, 2013


not my will but Yours

that strains the grief

of the simplest joy

itself a fleeting delusion

against the reality of the Ineffable

all we'd forgive

all we'd amend

all we'd love

and to whom we'd show mercy

as nothing to the heartless perfection

that calls life slavery

and love a bitter choice...

and so the psycho demands of the Unforgiving

Your Will not ours who'd say fuck it

and love and forgive and heal

and wonder what it is about our peace

that rouses the Beast in every damn issue

as we continue despite all tyrannies against this love...

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