I dance with
body electric
blue and
sliding,

Let me
teach you:

Yoncé flexin
-*******,
*******-
hands up
hips rolling
like loaded
dice

Song over.

9-5 just
to stay alive
another month

Let us dance
though the evening.
My steps may
be off, and I might
have two left feet
but as you roll me
through these sheets
the dance we make together
will be the best dance
I've ever danced.
-JRM

843

I made slow Riches but my Gain
Was steady as the Sun
And every Night, it numbered more
Than the preceding One

All Days, I did not earn the same
But my perceiveless Gain
Inferred the less by Growing than
The Sum that it had grown.

we think we love,
think we
stand upon
sturdy stuff,
think the rolling
seas don't come
for us,
we're young,
we're never
gonna grow
up, the tombstones
roll in hills the
world over,
but we kid ourselves
in our beds,
in our heads,
we curl back the
skies,
shift the covers,
shut our eyes,
ignore the cries.

I want nothing to do with you
As all you do is play games with my heart
I want nothing to do with you
As you play with the broken pieces as if it was art
I want nothing to do with you
Because you lead others on
I want nothing to do with you
Because you become someone else after dawn
I want nothing to do with you
Because you allowed another in
Oh how I wanted to end it right then
I want nothing to do with you
For I'm not the only one anymore
I want nothing to do with you
Because I feel so washed up here at shore
But through all that
Through everything you've put me through
I want everything to do with you
And for that I do not know if I'm strong, or if I'm the weakest man alive
But the heart wants what the heart wants, even if it lead's itself to die

The Saviour hides His face;
My spirit thirsts to prove
Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace,
And never-fading love.

The favor'd souls who know
What glories shine in Him,
Pant for His presence as the roe
Pants for the living stream.

What trifles tease me now!
They swarm like summer flies!
They cleave to everything I do,
And swim before my eyes.

How dull the Sabbath day,
Without the Sabbath's Lord!
How toilsome then to sing and pray,
And wait upon the Word!

Of all the truths I hear,
How few delight my taste!
I glean a berry here and there,
But mourn the vintage past.

Yet let me (as I ought)
Still hope to be supplied;
No pleasure else is worth a thought,
Nor shall I be denied.

Though I am but a worm,
Unworthy of His care,
The Lord will my desire perform,
And grant me all my prayer.