nu poetry

10-17-09

this isn't a time to schedule my sitting and my standing
not an appointed time to know if i can yet speak
this isn't training to me to walk the right way
timing is impossible when there are no hands of time to see
yet, there you are, asking me to please you with the impossible
to feel around in the dark, this dark forsaken world
for a path not yet drawn.

pleasing you when i hear no words from your mouth
not knowing how close destruction lies in one more step
this feeling of insanity in to myself
faith is much harder than work
because work has been what i have known
faith: as though its the simplest thing to ask of a being
when faith requires no sight, no evidence to an unseen

yes, its something to prosper me, but i feel like i've been harmed
because control was what i tried to obtain ever since the opening of my mother's womb
and control is lost when its surrendered to faith in you


*unemployment gives hope to my dreams. watch out for the peeling paint of the american dream on a vehicle of pure capitolism. *