I swung
I swung hard
Then connected
In the air
A hand reached out
Welcome home

When words were exchanged
You only heard yourself
And I pity you for it
Should I?
You won’t ever know any better
And it kills me
You win

Forgetting it
We pulled back the reigns
Reaching into an open box
Pulling out what we needed
But you
You grabbed much more
Needing less
You waste

safeguard everything
because you have less
and while you flourish
due to this,
I slowly
but surely
lose everything

God’s desire
Is no more
Than that of
A primate
The nature of
His call
Priesthood
The clergy
Is utterly
Cemented in place
And it claims
It is molding
I laugh at
This as I
briskly walk
on the sidewalk
I trip and
Nearly fall
I laugh
At that
too

The best minds of my generation
don't exist
the are but historical perspectives
we're all in for a treat
when the lights go out

We all love to speak
to hear ourselves
more than others
what about the mute
do they think
in your voice