Worn out by his swim through a STOP KONY sea
The tired Christian marches to the Celestial City
With his staff, dyed pink for BREAST CANCER AWARENESS,
He hopes and prays that all the poor and powerless
Who cry justice tempered with mercy will be rescued
And together destroy that despairing cry that
‘the poor will always be with you’
As he stands helpless to offer any solution, except his
RED X and a small note that says ‘I would help if I had any idea
At all, what I am supposed to do.’
The philosopher’s I, is an important I. It says, according to me, this is what I think. That perhaps all the world is too big and vast and Overwhelming, but I infer a few things from this corner of earth. I infer a few things about the life of I. Dr. Schuler said, in English essays, I mustn’t use the I. The I says you’re insecure, go on and mean it. If you think King Lear isn’t tragic, say he isn’t tragic. Go on and mean it like a PH.D But the whole point is that I don’t know if King Lear is tragic Or if he isn’t tragic. I haven’t asked him how he feels about it Or known the scope of all tragedies and sorrows That drop tears and become the salty sea. So how on earth am I supposed to claim and argue With other PH.D’s When I’ve come this far to know, finally That I don’t even know what King Lear means.
The light sits on ink and the colors of companionship
whiskey mingles with the pipe smoke smell on Alex's jacket.
Fading into the better borders of the evening,
Fragmenting edges of the memories.
While Courtney's songs sing out in the wake of the morning.
Early dawn springs and swings into the newest day.
Do you know the sound that love makes?
The sound that love makes is a wild sound a quiet
sound a silly sound it is the sound that rings out in the
moments when we are too moved to speak.
Alex. The light makes a ring around the night-
we are hallowed in light.
Thank you for the art you give to me.
The art of your being and hair and pencil
and where the light hits your words as they
speak of the windows that flow through the soul
and the night.