Ordinary Life

Old friend There is a difference Between leaving your past behind and speeding past the destruction left behind you Between burying your dead and those you've only wounded Dead and dead-to-you To-you one and the same but it was never yours to say. dignity belongs to those with hearts still beating -though broken now and bleeding Strangulation  like a strange-you-congratulation Surprise! your hatred now out of the closet But no one died so it wasn't abuse To-you Bury them anyway And don't forget confetti

:: Five Minute Lines :: Overheard today (paraphrased & generalized) : " Thank you Jesus that I am not like them...  those poor souls trapped by cigarettes and wine.  You didn't make me like them.  I never developed a taste for the vile and addictive.  I pretended to be like them for a few seconds, it was a joke.  Everybody got it.  Me - so much like You, Lord. The ground around me so holy. Of course I wouldn't be like one of them, directly under Your looming steeple.  That's what made it funny, see?  Bwahahahaha  Please, pass me the tea... Unsweet?! Are you crazy?  My doctor told me I needed to cut back. I told him people would die if so.  It's the one thing I just will not give up.  I've given up so much already. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.  "

|| Five Minute Lines ||  Sometimes, I hold my own feet to the fire. I require writing - five minutes or more- sometimes pen and ink, sometimes computer screen... the timer is set- enough stalling, let's go...  ~*~ Of all the venom that entered my veins, being told to drive from the highest bridge I could find  still circulates between my heart and my mind.  In Savannah, the Talmadge Bridge spans the state line.   It is the highest in town one can find.  The night he told me to drive off, I found myself driving over instead.  Defiantly, I chose to persist, despite knowing he loved me not.  I turned around and drove home again, awaiting miracles of any kind.  ~*~