Stuff written in the past few weeks...

Wrote this last night...my frustration is mounting, i cant get out of this rut of rhyming...see!
i also just heard a Postal Service song and i liked it.

Speak to me in lack of words,
sing me songs in distant chords,
pluck thy harp with sudden stillness
retreive my soul and father fill this.
a life unlived im giving you,
describe the path, the one i choose.
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Abel’s Blood

barely born, we hide our shame,
vice or thorn they've hurt the same.
indignant nature we befall,
reeling from deceptive gall.
screams arise beneath our tread,
these telling souls of shame we dread.
one brothers blood spoke to Glory,
unwritten still is my sins story.

Genesis 4:10 The voice of your brother’s blood cries out to Me from the ground.
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Speechless

that feeling of being slow to speak,
not having words, an emotive veil,
disconcerting at its highest peak.
joy has taken me there,
and sorrow higher.
there must be a place, or destination rather,
something so profound has no choice but to dwell,
somewhere, or i suppose even at some time.
tips of tongues are but empty wells.
to tell my lord "i love you" is to settle,
my heart speaks in terms yet to be heard.
he knows them in full,
language is but a hindrance to my adoration."i love you lord."
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dainty fabulous luscious fantastic,
held together by duct tape and plastic,
fragile disturbed reluctant of change,
teenage girls haven’t chosen their ways.
tell them its normal perfection is beauty,
perverted we ask for a glimpse of her booty.
instant rebates one cleavage and midriff
society thrives on money and boob lifts.
if i were to tell you, "to hell with the Hiltons"
odds are you'd slap me because they’re your "godsend."

however, life doesn’t have to be this way,
staking your life on diet and clay.
justly he gives and justly he takes,he gave you beauty and chocolate cake.
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Caged
it'll fail you,
it has me.
deceived at bargain prices,
I’m holding this bait and hook.
undeniable, a heavy thirst.
a hunger and head that shook.
a caged bird waiting to be fed,
tweetin’ from scrap to scrap, waiting.
blind! a feast beneath my plumes.
empty perception made a king,
excuses dig our tombs
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"lord have mercy on your servant"
cliché’!
ask and you shall receive,
seek and you shall indeed find.
He has revealed himself to you,
ignorance will play no part, be bathed in His mercy,
leave behind the thin, torn veil,
the one you so confidently hid behind.
just as the religous once stood behind.
nervous disclosure.
fall forward, turn yellow and run.nervous disclosure.