call
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I hear it
it's calling on me
i feel it
it's been telling on me
how loving
the Father's been
as to us all
His son He gave
Come, taste the world with me
Time wears bright call
For plain value
Chasing down seconds for centuries
Night and day
New and old
Calls countries make
Are made by their people
Calls countries receive
Are received by the people
Yearning for a country transfixed or transformed
Preface:
I am a 6’5” homosexual cis white man
Which is to say I am privileged
Which is also to say I kinda get it.
Poem:
I am sitting on my bed
I do that a lot lately
You are simply divine!
Just look at how your hair, in the sun, shines!
That makeup has not even a single stray line!
I bet you're compatible with everyone's sign!
The boundless days
The sun beats down
The silky waves
Is the sweetest sound
The creeping wind
The green palm fronds
The effortless sway
Is the sweetest sound
Hey it's me, your son.
You see Mom,
Jesus.
I'm sorry Mom.
Oh God, I didn't mean to do this mom.
I've got time for this last call, and it went straight to voicemail.
Gentle gale, why art thou blowing,For do you know it is scarcely eight in the morning?Instead of focusing on numbers and words,Thou hast tempted me to soar among birds,Free in the sky, without a care in the world,
He read it at 9:30 PM. It's currently 9:42 PM and he hasn't even began to type. Read 9:30 PM. Read 9:30 PM. Read 9:30 PM. It replays in my head over and over.
Call it beauty
Call it beauty when the stars blanket the night sky
When the birds sweeten the morning air
When the rain rejuvenates the fresh soil
When waterfalls look like falling pristine sugar
Every answer is a lie,
Every night it all unfolds.
Only when I'd rather die
Is when the truth is told.
Every answer is one I hide,
It scares me more than you know
Because when I search,
Like a siren's voice the bottle calls to him. Whispering sweet nothings in his ear he turns his back on the world.
Leafs leave in the winter
and return in the spring.
Like how the elderly pass
and babies are born.
we laugh, live, and learn.
boys and girls play,
clothes are torn.
Then we feel a lovers burn
I am searching for my place
in this world of open space.
Through the barriers and walls
it is hard to see our calls.
No funding for tution
but a degree is needed with ambition
to break down that block
Lord I hope it’s not too late
For me to wake up
And follow my fate
You’ve told me so many times
To wake up from the dead
I can’t help but sleep sometimes
the laziness I must shed
