Monday, August 30, 2010

Tea Pots

My morning was beautiful
On the cover of the book
Dust covered pages, no one would look

Tea pot on the stove
Polished stainless steel
Waiting for fire to heal

Encounters were proof
Of the unworthy prayer
No one can care, no one can care

Shoved in their faces
Damage was done
By the self loaded gun

Perfection of nothing
An unholy quest
Gift from someone else's mess

Kneeling to the naked ground
dried flowers fall from the pages
demons let out of cages

Darkness covered the water
Fear began to decay
Leaving only the way

Broken damaged goods
A holy Bible's page
Turned to dust in the truth of rage

No longer part of your shadow
I dance in the sunlight
In the darkness of night

I dance in the sunlight, In the darkness of night

Raven

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