Sunday, August 30, 2009

SACRED ASYLUM (A song about futility)




Lately
My cell phone by my bed
Despite my aching head
Just in case you call
Like so many times before
My throbbing skull
Cannot comprehend
The stark reality
That you never will
Fear is a demon
I’m as sick as my secrets
Today I conquered fear
Your demon flees me now
I’m done with false hope
Definitely
At the end of my rope
Such passionate poetry
Flowing words of depth
Bouncing off indifference
Wasted on hypocrisy
How foolish of me girl
What the hell was I thinking?
As if I were drinking
But far too late to sober up
Dancing in the moonlight
Dreaming by the fire
Humanity
So selfish
Driven by desire
It’s not about the money
Success
No power trips
My soul seeks completion
I need a safe place to hide
Sacred asylum
Void of plasticity
Futility
Pantomime humility
No coincidence my friend
That vain
Rhymes with pain…….


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

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If I flow it Will you read it? Will you feel it As I bleed it? Because you see I need it To justify my trip My words A pointed tip Dipped in sacred blood Precursor To the coming flood A gift from God My KING A beautiful thing To serve His higher cause I'm not seeking vain applause Simply Clarity For this lost world to see His grace Sweet charity Unconditional love And peace My ultimate release SELAH……. (C) Bill Grimes Jr. 2012

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