Thursday 24 July 2014

"Twisting Rails" by Tomi Colors


Railing rails
We turn from nothing to not
A black world so we hide behind false light
Paint the wall we don’t want the colors we want
As far as broad
As wide as vast
What we think we know
*A mess mixed up a little more
The dance of shame to another’s song of pain
Bleeding beats playing ….. Silence… a little more*
It’s above you they said
What can you do? They asked
But really we all know it is one of us who has
The lieful promises what can we do
The future you don’t but keep moving to
First we ran then we walked then we crawled
All to where
*A mess mixed up a little more
The dance of shame to another’s song of pain
Bleeding beats playing ….. Silence… a little more*
A poor teaching to become rich
“Experience” yes, he called it
A penguin teaching the eagle to fly
I wonder what he would call it
The bridge we now stand before
Covered with the proud fog
To where we know not
Some say its hope others say it can’t be as bad
I pray it’s nowhere like
*A mess mixed up a little more
The dance of shame to another’s song of pain
Bleeding beats playing ….. Silence… a little more*
A glee of faith is raised
A man in white stained with what like blood looks
I think he was just beaten
Looks like he also was pierced
But on his head a crown
Shining like gold indeed
Calling on all to call his name
And out of this
*A mess mixed up a little more
The dance of shame to another’s song of pain
Bleeding beats playing ….. Silence… a little more*
He saves
A name greater than you and I
Deeper than that pit we ARE IN
Saved by the Name am named
To you dear one I write
A letter to u must read
He is just next to you
Calling on HIM is all for good
Living in HIM is more than good
Hidden in here a name THE NAME
He is JESUS ……………
OUT OF
*A mess mixed up a little more
The dance of shame to another’s song of pain
Bleeding beats playing ….. Silence… a little more*
He would SAVE…
                                                                                                             Poet c.

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