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Click hereWhat is this mixture
I have concocted,
it will not blend.
It's like oil
and water my friend.
I can't get it to mix,
whats the fix?
It's been shaken,
it's been stirred.
I feel so absurd.
I'm ready to poor it out.
should I add water
from the spout??
Or will this only
make matters worse
It's like a curse.
Quick hand me my purse.
To retrieve my keys
I will drive down
to the rivers bank,
next to the trees.
Maybe if I fall to my knees,
and beg for forgiveness
this situation will seize.
What is this,
I feel totally neglected.
Thrown out
with all the things rejected
Am I truly unprotected
Does he even know I exist
Did he truly die on a crucifix
For me and you
and all the things that we do
Or is this just a game
The other one He
sometimes looks the same
But with Him
there is always pain
He likes it that way
His favorite color
is gray
I see Him every day
He knocks at my mind
and begs me to play
I turned him down
twice yesterday
Maybe this is just
a fabrication
lurking in my imagination
Twisted as it might be
showing me only to see
misery and tragedy
the cesspool
in which He swims
although it is
dark and grim
He has His arms
around my friends
In hopes of luring
me next the Him.
I like this. I don't think you've perfected it yet. Read it out loud, maybe into a tape recorder. When you fill it out a little, you'll have more than a poem... you'll have a RAP!