Hell
Clip these weary wings, set flames unto the pure,
Fill the room with smoke; get drunk to think straight,
Rain on the sun and smoke up the moon
Just think, had you believed, you wouldn't be here.
Swallow all that is good, pray to your feet.
Purify the wretched, because they don't want it.
Drown the righteous; poison the innocent,
Praise the wicked because they hate it.
Murder the dead; touch the untouchable,
Rape the virgins; give the children to strangers.
Break my rusty chains; you are trapped,
Roll in dirt to get clean, sniff of her grave,
Drink of death to live, you can't ever leave,
Slash the faces of the young, swim in their blood,
Kiss your enemies; you don't want it.
Bite them till they die; scream till you can't,
Catch your breath in your throat, spit out your soul.
Glorify evil because he tells you to,
Cut her with your dullest knife, why were you so blind?
Smile till you die, cry till you live.
Scratch out your own eyes till you see.
Kill all those you love, they don't give a damn.
Let him cut you, burn your soul to bleed,
Lick up the blood.
Jesus tried to save you; you didn't let him.
You couldn't want this
Hell Hath No Fury like a Woman Scorned
I leave you with a broken, empty house
to match my broken, empty heart
All of those beautiful memories we made
became ugly the moment you threw me away
My unsolicited advice:
The next time you tell a woman you love her and want to marry her:
mean it.
In Grandma’s Eyes
for my great grandmother, Mary Evelyn Harris
Lying there, eyes of glass, skin gone cold,
In her death, she finally looks very old.
Testifying to her strength, her life was long,
Seemingly impossible, she is now gone.
In Grandma’s eyes and heart, life was a dance,
She knew that nothing would be gained without taking a chance.
Putting convention aside, she lived ahead of her time,
Now that she is with our Father, all of the answers she will find.
With us, her creativity and love, she did share,
It will be difficult to find someone to replace her care.
From the Hereafter, she sings us a tune,
Her flame is emulated by the stars and moon.
In Grandma’s eyes and soul, life was meant to be fun,
From a challenge, she would never have run.
Rising above the rest, she worked so hard,
From ordinary, her life she decidedly barred.
As she ascends, she enters the Heavenly gate,
Grandpa smiles, embraces her, and says he was tired of the wait.
She looks down on us now, and then begins to pray,
We miss her so, but in our hearts, she will always stay.
In Grandma’s eyes and mind, life was a trial,
She left us a legacy each and every mile,
I think of her and now begin to cry,
But I take comfort knowing that one day, beside her I will fly.
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