The sun is shining so bright
we all avert our eyes
cause we are creatures of the night
we sleep by daylight.
If there was nothing to see
we’d see nothing.
We’ve got to be hiding from something.
Oh come, oh come, Immanuel
your children need you to feed them.
While you delay on my account
I hear them crying.
Oh come, oh come, Immanuel
this isn’t freedom.
It’s just my self indulgent game.
If you show
your strength in my weakness
then I must be
your perfect weapon.
Oh, you bring
me strength through your weakness
Stitch closed my conscience
bleeding and broken.
Oh come, oh come Immanuel in the night.
And wake my up before you arrive.
Can you even imagine the feeling of pride that must rise with the scent
and scatter on the wind through the hive mind,
when the order goes out so that everyone bites at the right time,
through a mind segmented like ant’s eyes,
when ants eat an anteater’s corpse?
Sometimes inaction is a thousand times more powerful than action.
A thousand times more difficult,
A thousand times more honest,
A thousand times more human.
Sometimes silence says a thousand times more than speech.
A thousand times more gentle,
A thousand times more fragile,
A thousand times more complete.
I love you more than words can ever say
I love you in a way that only silence says.
I don’t even try to deny the things that satan says to me,
don’t claim to be better than that.
I don’t identify with meaningless feelings that come and go randomly,
thoughts that rise to the surface like cream,
no matter how many times you beat your mind together
they rise up all the same, till they puff up white and swollen,
till they run over into your lap.
I don’t make my mind into a beautiful place anymore,
don’t participate in the war for my intentions. I don’t intend to use them anymore.
It’s a hoarder’s attic, my bedroom floor, neglected, like an addict’s stolen life.
When another dirty rag is added to a towering heap,
this merits no attention from me.
The deplorable state of my addled mind bores me.
But I hope you see that I don’t lie
when I say I
find my hope in you.
I don’t lie when I take communion, and come to you and
ask, not to use you, but to sow your sacraments into my soul
and reap some greater union with you.
Give me feelings that are not meaningless, if it is your will,
as I decide to be less faithless.
Make my mind into a beautiful place again, and restore my intentions.
You are my help. Amen.
I believe that you will do these things
I only hope that I’ll believe they’re blessings when they come.
A black bird singing on a black line
a broken back that begs to be set straight
a silent night of sin and niceness
in bed, happy.
A black bird nesting on a telephone pole
tells his poor mother not to call
again, he’s doing fine. He’ll be alright.
Can’t even see him this black night,
this black bird, in this weak light,
can’t see right.
On this cracked streetlight can’t see right;
but somehow he’ll see his way home tonight.
Downbeat blackbird’s beaten down, but doesn’t dare to be
silent. Won’t stoop down to where he found
fortunes buried beneath the dirt,
won’t swoop down through the air
to the ground.
Silly bird sings noise songs.
Flutter through the air, fool bird
and land upon the ground.
I’m absolutely good enough for you
and you’re absolutely good enough for me.
You make me feel that way every time we’re together.
And that’s a way, way better love
than one that makes you feel like you’re not good enough.
I love you because of the incredible person you are
and I want to be with you because of the way you treat me.
Because I like getting to be nice to the person I love,
I like that I get to make you happy.
Because I want a partner to share my life with, not a rock to bash my head against.
Your kindness astonishes me every day.
Lay down the sword of self directed violence and take up the cross of hope.