Who ever thought you were a good idea?
Or thought of you at all.
You've too many arms, too thin a frame,
and legs that are too short to move at all
You hold my hats and coats and all,
but such a job to do is small.
Taller height than mine, you work just fine.
But talks with you are a waste of time.
But then,
If I did my job half as well as thine,
then I'd live a life so sublime.
But then what purpose now and here is mine?
What shields to warmth and roofs from sun,
can I uphold. my job when done.
What purpose great, so grand so bold.
Am I of worth or from broken a mold.
What jobs I do are only those I'm told.
A telos life yet to unfold.
My purpse will remain to stand here,
waiting for a hand on mine, to take me someplace, somewhere,
sometime.
There is a task out there that's mine.
I'll find it, and then
my fate will shine.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Sea Of Humanity
Your surrounded by a sea of faces, but only one belongs to me.
I watch you walk by and stair into the face of destiny.
A broken face worn by a broken man stops in a moment of pain to great another like it,
but not the same.
Eyes lock as I try to tear mine away from a sentence
pronounced by my lips and performed by my hand is carried upon another's back
a destination above where I now stand.
The blow brings you back to your knees as you utter in broken words what your attacker assumes are curses,
I am closer and hear your prayer.
Forced back to standing, you continue marching on towards my grave.
I follow in your footprints,
filled with blood that should be mine.
A woman to my left is crying,
men around her mock and say she has no business standing at this man's execution.
In a moment of recognition I see that she alone has a right to share this man's death.
She who had given him life
would see it bled out of him tonight.
When I reach the place I can no longer see you, but the woman to my left
is now on my shoulder as her tears seep through my sleeve
to my heart.
Her tears clear a path for us as I see you raised above our heads
with your title appropriately written above your crown.
How had I missed their hands when they fixed you to your,
to my fate.
Two who are unworthy are above the rest as they are raised besides you,
The day's light bled away as we watched you.
At last I hear you say "here is your mother"
and cry again to the one you only deserve to address as father.
I watch those who you'd just forgive
stab your now dead side.
I hold your mother and now mine as she collapses into arms, which
unlike my heart still carry strength
My mind races as my heart comes to a stop to find why.
This was not your fate
it was mine.
It would not be on that day or the one to follow that I understood what you'd done.
Three days later, I again would stair into the face of destiny,
as you look back at the one belonging to me.
You sent them to fish in a sea to rescue yours, those called humanity.
I watch you walk by and stair into the face of destiny.
A broken face worn by a broken man stops in a moment of pain to great another like it,
but not the same.
Eyes lock as I try to tear mine away from a sentence
pronounced by my lips and performed by my hand is carried upon another's back
a destination above where I now stand.
The blow brings you back to your knees as you utter in broken words what your attacker assumes are curses,
I am closer and hear your prayer.
Forced back to standing, you continue marching on towards my grave.
I follow in your footprints,
filled with blood that should be mine.
A woman to my left is crying,
men around her mock and say she has no business standing at this man's execution.
In a moment of recognition I see that she alone has a right to share this man's death.
She who had given him life
would see it bled out of him tonight.
When I reach the place I can no longer see you, but the woman to my left
is now on my shoulder as her tears seep through my sleeve
to my heart.
Her tears clear a path for us as I see you raised above our heads
with your title appropriately written above your crown.
How had I missed their hands when they fixed you to your,
to my fate.
Two who are unworthy are above the rest as they are raised besides you,
The day's light bled away as we watched you.
At last I hear you say "here is your mother"
and cry again to the one you only deserve to address as father.
I watch those who you'd just forgive
stab your now dead side.
I hold your mother and now mine as she collapses into arms, which
unlike my heart still carry strength
My mind races as my heart comes to a stop to find why.
This was not your fate
it was mine.
It would not be on that day or the one to follow that I understood what you'd done.
Three days later, I again would stair into the face of destiny,
as you look back at the one belonging to me.
You sent them to fish in a sea to rescue yours, those called humanity.
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