reviving an oldie
ah publish the moldie
conceived in 2013
hovering thin line tween…

tottering on a fine line
separating divine and land mine

between hot and cold
doing as told or feelings sold
speaking bold
or zipping mouth and arms fold

between listening and misunderstanding
ego bruised or attending
monster feeding or ending
wrong needing right correcting

speech not conducive
cross line to silently elusive

seeking Father abiding in earthly him
i see Son in son’s earthly hymn
do i feel the Holy Ghost grin?
until one body flesh, mind and spirit, we cannot triunely beam

shut up, i don’t want to listen
is that love glisten?
i am right you’re wrong
what love song?
harsh marsh is better than tenderness mush
no defensive gush, just hush
a brush and love crush

flesh is weak
save me from crossing to landmine when times are bleak
flee from broken world, Zion to seek

meanwhile, minutes tick
i chose to be sick
wounds to lick
face future bleak

to be sad than norm glad
to be mad
emotionally clad
as tears shed

cross line to treat myself and others bad
for sake of the callous cad

tis’ stark
that in a spark
lark crosses dark

only divine line
holding back the gall to end it all
no longer him to grieve and appall

thank God, He holds my rubber ball