the winter ground is too hard
to dig a grave for autumns secrets
i will wait till spring
and plant quaint bulbs
that will grow flowers
to fertilize the summer
we walk the fleuve
frozen over hard
as if the winter fire
could warm my heart
hard
steel
rock
iron and wood
so is this heart
that is so cold
wool and leather
winter will be warmer
the journey much quicker
with a little wool and leather
who do i look upon now
to answer a prayer so dark
to bless
and release these sins
who is the harshest god
to appease these follies
of a darkened heart
in tight blak jeans
and this red shirt of flannel
the devil blows in sulkily from the west
as i sit here on my east most throne
won’t you stay just a little while longer
and whisper gently in my ear
western devil
eastern heart
what was once thought a blessing these hard walls
has become a prison
no longer protecting one from harm
but keeping at bay all that another’s love could bring
tall black waves
the city is an ocean
do not get dragged into the undertow
stay afloat
and swim to the shore
here comes a strong wind to fill my black sails
as you collapse on the shore
bound captured by the sea wall of love
the tide keeping you at bay
keeping you safe
you cannot swim these waters
only strong hulled ships with tattered motionless sails
rigged by the love broken hands of once strong men
can sail blind
foolishly
into her arms
our mother the ocean
and away from your love
i have bleed so long for you and yours
so long without sleep on these wasteland shores
so long and far from love, i stand and cry aloud
the name that is the black and white jesus of your heart
and i sit still and jesus comes
my black and white princess
alone to your own world
when will the choir come sing to me
and when will this song be written so
my black and white jesus
my white hot soul
my cold black jesus
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