..feigning and apology.

Woohooo, so work was very productive. Both my mind and hands worked with such fervor.
Driving to work I had this odd feeling, sensation rather...the creative part of my mind literally said to me, through an echo in my head "i-i-i'm ba-ack"

Such feeble thought,
I think,
I thought. This day will drift away.
When sounds I sound will reach the dead,
resounding in this day.
The famine feast,
the trumpets flirt,
for those whom heaven's heard.
Caskets lie now overturned,
near emptied home of earth.

And here is a bit of an explanation of it. Prose I suppose.

These thoughts I have, I think wrongly. I thought this life would end and with it, purpose. When my voice reaches its destination, those open ears, it will be louder and broader than ever before. Those who hunger will be filled. The heavens will rejoice and play songs for those who've sought the Christ. Their tombs are empty, and caskets where they once lay, have been overturned.

Here is another. I was thinking about a friend who I was walking with one day. We were in Seattle and there were old men staring at her. I would stare back resenting them for their desire. Funny thing is, i'm as corrupt as they. This poem is about how the world has come to view women.

That pretty face, those pretty thighs.
They met me often, they'd meet my eyes.
I never sought beauty such as she,
who'd "love" me, who'd be-
EVERYTHING, all that she could not attain.
Never what God intended, had made.

good day all. i am off.
adam