I am mad that work is toilsome.
I am mad that I do stupid things.
I am mad at ignorance.

I am mad that my back hurts.
I am mad at money.
I am mad at anxiety.

I am mad that rest is exhausting.
I am mad that I can't sleep through the night.
I am mad at my clouded mind.

I am mad that breathing and touching are dangerous.
I am mad at being told where and when I can go.
I am mad that people are sick.

I am mad that so much bad has happened.
I am mad because I am lonely.
I am mad at pride.

I am mad that social media gets me bent out of shape.
I am mad that we don't agree.
I am mad at fear.

I am mad that we hurt each other so much.
I am mad that I cry.
I am mad that I get so sad.

I am mad that depression captures me.
I am mad that I fail.
I am mad that I care what people think.

I am so mad about so much
but Jesus is still patient with me.

It’s a social
Gas
Media
Chamber
With a little
Pig
Line
Latin
Drawn down the
Speaking
Middle
In tongues
Is the mask we were trained to wear.


Stripped naked
You run in shame
With no one to
Blame.

One day
They will Not
Acknowledge you.

If They did... you would have been crucified

I was Davey Jones Locker destined.
There I was drowning in my sorrows.
Choking on my pride.
I was a blind man walking on the cliffs edge.

There you were swimming in the sorrows that were drowning me.
I found you where you first loved me.
I cried the prayer that surrendered my soul.
Your breadth is the voice of the redeemed.
I will forever remember the love that I saw in your eyes when I awoke from the nightmare I was writing.
Your closer than I think you are.
You promised that you are with me always, even till the end of the age.

I know that you are for me.
Like the sunrise on the darkest of nights, my hope in you is victory enough.
Hallelujah for the good things coming that I cannot see yet.
This current suffering is but a storm that you are sanctifying.

I am going to look into the blazing eyes of the Great I Am.
He was dead and buried and now he is alive and gives life eternal.

Do you know the name?!
Sing it louder!
Say it prouder!
Let me hear you hope!
Our enemy is retreating, see him cower!

Death is defeated and sin has no more.
Freedom has arrived and hope is alive.
Do you know his name?
Do you know his name?!

Black is my favorite color,
    for this I wish to only see black.

Black is not just for the night,
    nor set aside for death.

Black is not owned by the shadows,
    nor bent for the broken hearted.

Black is my intimate thrill,
    for it's the color I see as my lips kiss you.

"Going to be late for dinner. Rush Hour!"

Playing with the Platypus
pretending the Preying Mantis
made a makers mark
on the playing cards
secret Joker Deck.

Sitting on the sticky stick of stickers.

Sitting in the setting set by the table setters.

Sitting on the soft sofa sipping the sour soda.

Alliterating the alternate wording worth alliterating.