Prepared

Particles Drift
Through the lit air
Above my sealed eyes

You open the door
Just to bring bad news again
She's off track and likes another guy

Rise to my elbows
and squint
Slowly spreading grin

If the world dies today, I'm going to laugh.

So,
This is your storm crow,
announcement,
It's really not that bad.

Your feet aren't that ugly
When you walk in

and my interests are forever split
from here.

If the world dies today, I'm going to laugh

So, roll your eyes
and leave my habitation.
cuz I'm prepared
for everything to leave me.

I'll fall back asleep
just boxers and bones on the floor

Particles Drift
Through the lit air
above my sealed eyes...

Apostle

He exited
An exposed drainage tunnel

Shadowed and
Ashen skin
Cut to Scars

By voices
Free to speak
From what he read

When he treads
He passes with her
Held close in
And out of view

Out of his eyesight
But in his whispered prayer

With boulders like knuckles
He holds his brow
And waits with her
In his brain

A slow forged sage
With a delicate spot
Harder than war
Longing to bring her home

Happy

I apologized to the guys in the band last night. I needed to. Self-righteous jerks should apologize often and so I should apologize often. I realized that I had been ticked at one or another of the guys at our last 3 shows. The problem was that I was comparing myself against them and (in my biased opinion) I was doing a better job at this band thing. Conveniently I have been ignoring my own mistakes.

Well, that's just screwed up and wrong, so I apologized. I am supposed to be the leader and I am probably the worst example here. I was really happy afterward, they forgave me and I remembered grace. Jesus died and conquered death for the wrong things I do like this. Grace is great and so are the guys in my band.