- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Look at Me
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Is this me
Can you see
My reflection
Staring at me
Through the window
Hard to believe
It's really me
Having to be
Out on the streets
Fighting my way
Through the tears
And my depression
chorus:
Look at me
What do you see
A child of privilege
Brought low in just
One blow
Look at me
Don't be ashamed
I'm making my way
Out in this great big world
I should not be surprised
To have to live this way
You see my Master
He lived this way also
The streets were His home
No place to call His own
He had no where to hang
His weary head
His feet they walked the street
Many miles a day
There were lives that were changed
Amongst His journey
chorus
Jesus walked the street
He was not ashamed
Neither should I be
God will provide
My daily needs
My focus is to be
Solely upon Him
He wants my life
To be a reflection
A look into the depth
of His heart
What Jesus means to me
Is more than words can say
He is my Protector
My Guardian, my Salvation
chorus
- COMMENTS
lorencinoover 16 years agoAt first I thought<br>
how strange to talk of Jesus<br>
and salvation<br>
here where passion is stroked,<br>
carnal celebration provoked.<br><br>
It gave me pause, (Am I witnessing<br>
the rebirthing of a lust-drenched soul's<br>
lust-quenched search for home)<br>
pause to think of Jesus as the Dominum<br>
rose butterfly His submissive,<br>
pause to think of self-flaggelation<br>
on the road to Bethlehem,<br><br>
Of centuries of satisfaction<br>
Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church<br>
the medieval BDSM of religious ecstasy<br>
entering God in Orgasm. The interconnectedness<br>
of God's creation, God's creatures,<br>
make lusts a prayer of preparation<br>
opening up to God-entry.<br><br>
