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OH MY GAWD!
I just read my past posts for this journal and I am so ashamed of what a kid I was in High School...IT BURNS! OH MOMMY, IT BURNS. *weep*
Oh...erm...
Here..
Wilting trees and crying flowers
Anger and hate of unimaginable powers
All these new gods and goddesses so great
But where is our Father, as of late?
I looked in the ice box, the chest, and my pack
All but my purse, and one Artist did I lack.
I checked the couch, the cushions, the throw,
But where is our Father? I really don’t know.
The Bardic God with skills on a sitar
The Bardic God is not in the juice jar
I feel like giving up but I just won’t
though this is starting to really get my grout.
Wings of white so that he might float and flow
I know that he is not in my feather pillow
One more look and then maybe I’ll sleep
quietly and softly with scarcely a peep
Looking has spanned decades but I’ll never stop
my love for Him has reached the top.
There is no other choice for me but scour the land
and hope he hasn’t hidden in my garbage can
I just read my past posts for this journal and I am so ashamed of what a kid I was in High School...IT BURNS! OH MOMMY, IT BURNS. *weep*
Oh...erm...
Here..
Wilting trees and crying flowers
Anger and hate of unimaginable powers
All these new gods and goddesses so great
But where is our Father, as of late?
I looked in the ice box, the chest, and my pack
All but my purse, and one Artist did I lack.
I checked the couch, the cushions, the throw,
But where is our Father? I really don’t know.
The Bardic God with skills on a sitar
The Bardic God is not in the juice jar
I feel like giving up but I just won’t
though this is starting to really get my grout.
Wings of white so that he might float and flow
I know that he is not in my feather pillow
One more look and then maybe I’ll sleep
quietly and softly with scarcely a peep
Looking has spanned decades but I’ll never stop
my love for Him has reached the top.
There is no other choice for me but scour the land
and hope he hasn’t hidden in my garbage can