Untitled Frustration 1

Join the party!
We're all living like saints.
Hiding in our tents
Reckless tongues filled with poison spit,
we drool with a look in our eyes that screams,

"YEAH! I MEANT IT!!!"

Worse than a kid with our fingers crossed......

We'll kill.

And whisper...

sorry.

We'll think we stand forgiven as soon as that check comes in on time.
And when the mail arrives late that day,
we're on our knees confessing and seeking light.
(Were your eyes closed?)

We think we have a clue of love while...
we live between car payments.
We're drowning in a pool of our own exaggeration.
We build towering pedastals.
(But we're scared to death of heights.)
And the poor slob who dropped his books during church?

He needs to take his noise outside.

Either that or...

We'll make him wanna die with these...
stabbing
(staring?)
butterknife eyes...
(dulled... but makes the whole ordeal seem a bit longer...)

Our clothes are soaked in blood.
But we overlook the gross amount that stains our hands and wonder where it came from.

We eat with these hands.
We drink with these hands.
Pray...
Partake...
Feed our children with....
(Nauseous yet?)

These Hands....

With their ancy fingers ready to point.
That pointed at a motionless tree...
"Did it move?"
"I couldn't tell, but I did feel a breeze."

Are our eyes playing tricks on us?
Is bliss just a mirage...
Maybe we should drink some water...
dig the fountain out of the garage.

Meanwhile...
we stay stuck up.
Hide behind our denomination.
Our ears hear what we think sounds right when we focus on our doctrine,
and we shut out those that disagree,
call 'em heretics; we often,
argue them all down til we think they'll finally break,
but they know that they're right too,
so what's the point?
Argument's sake?

But I fear without these arguments the two sides would never meet.
It's this disagreement that keeps them together at all,
This isn't the way that it should be.
But then again,
we weren't supposed to fall.

So we yell until our throats get sore
and scare passers-by away.

So you seemed the most right of the two today,
but...
what about the one that got away?

It looks as if...



The faith we have has nothing to do with the body we have around us.



No one seems to care anymore about strengh in numbers so...
we just wander.
Place to place.
Altar to altar.
Looking for the one that doesn't tick us off.
We think nothing of fellowship,
and community is just too weird.
"I hardly even know him...and what's with that guys beard?"

So whispers dominate the land that should be lorded by greeting one another with a kiss.
And rumors disentegrate whatever bond we never knew to miss.
The hallways of our temples are flooded with fake smiles.
"Did you see that? I said hello and she only stopped for... a while."
The contempt we have for one another is bound to do us in.
And all these lies we think we know are nothing short of sin.
Why bother coming in?

I've walked in coffee houses with warmer welcomes than this place.
At least I know that when I'm there people look me in the face.

But now I've started complaing and have gotten off my point.

You can't continue without each other and expect to be okay.

There's no ending to this kind of thing and that's not going to end to day,
so don't expect to expect the end and

(this isn't worth a rhyme)




Good Providence