God has looked into my heart,
Not at it, but into my heart —
Introspectively,
Microscopically,
Spirtual-scopically...
That lumpy piece of flesh,
holding all my fears, snears, cheers, and revears:
The terror of that lone gunman lurking nearby, forcing a town and the State to ransom for a “new world order.”
The criticisms of others...
Accomplishments in life you held as a goal, not sure if you’d ever bring into the fol’.
And my eternal hope, alarming me when I feel I can’t cope...
Essential to keep me alive,
Essential for me to thrive,
And arrive into my ‘be-ing’.
But it is a bumpy piece of flesh,
Scared with wounds,
Pushed and prodded,
Pumped and plodded
in life, with life
And through life...
“Oh, my heart...”
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
God has looked into my heart,
Not at it, but into my heart —
Introspectively,
Microscopically,
Spirtual-scopically...
That lumpy piece of flesh,
holding all my fears, snears, cheers, and revears:
The terror of that lone gunman lurking nearby, forcing a town and the State to ransom for a “new world order.”
The criticisms of others...
Accomplishments in life you held as a goal, not sure if you’d ever bring into the fol’.
And my eternal hope, alarming me when I feel I can’t cope...
Essential to keep me alive,
Essential for me to thrive,
And arrive into my ‘be-ing’.
But it is a bumpy piece of flesh,
Scared with wounds,
Pushed and prodded,
Pumped and plodded
in life, with life
And through life...
“Oh, my heart...”
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