I do have a heart
from
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I imagine that
most people reading
my thoughts
can find me
lacking of the
gentle virtues
love
compassion
charity
mercy
hope
and a little
kindness
I rant and rail
at every insult
a quick flip of
pen and tongue
cutting zorros
into critically
challenged
mush pans
I will not deny that
there are more than a few
deeds to convict me
of uncaring
and arrogant to the
plight of
goodness
I have fought my
battles with my demons
and manage to keep
them at bay
sarcastic wit and demanding
challenge
like rusty knives
do my cutting
then serve my meal
but I am not without
heart or soul
dark and black
though it may be
I trust in the savior and
cry tears of shame and
wonder to
prayer and
holy spirit
such things are deep
and treasured
and not for the
weak of stomach
there is no refracted
mirrored cathedral
or 24/7 televangelistic
charade
there is blood and pus
in the sores of
jesus
he is a junkie with the
72 hour shits
he walks in high heels
and entertains thoughts
of a sex change
operation
and unholy as that sounds
or looks written before
you
if you think otherwise
you chance goat over
lamb
I confess
a certain banality
it is the wear of decades
and true
my eyes have dimmed
the brightness of flowers
have lost slightly their
luster
but it stills warms me
when god shares a sunset
or encourages the goodness
of the ungood to expose
itself
babies and puppies are a
joy to play with and I am
generous to a fault
I do have a heart
it just needs to be oiled
now and then
J. Masuda © 2004
most people reading
my thoughts
can find me
lacking of the
gentle virtues
love
compassion
charity
mercy
hope
and a little
kindness
I rant and rail
at every insult
a quick flip of
pen and tongue
cutting zorros
into critically
challenged
mush pans
I will not deny that
there are more than a few
deeds to convict me
of uncaring
and arrogant to the
plight of
goodness
I have fought my
battles with my demons
and manage to keep
them at bay
sarcastic wit and demanding
challenge
like rusty knives
do my cutting
then serve my meal
but I am not without
heart or soul
dark and black
though it may be
I trust in the savior and
cry tears of shame and
wonder to
prayer and
holy spirit
such things are deep
and treasured
and not for the
weak of stomach
there is no refracted
mirrored cathedral
or 24/7 televangelistic
charade
there is blood and pus
in the sores of
jesus
he is a junkie with the
72 hour shits
he walks in high heels
and entertains thoughts
of a sex change
operation
and unholy as that sounds
or looks written before
you
if you think otherwise
you chance goat over
lamb
I confess
a certain banality
it is the wear of decades
and true
my eyes have dimmed
the brightness of flowers
have lost slightly their
luster
but it stills warms me
when god shares a sunset
or encourages the goodness
of the ungood to expose
itself
babies and puppies are a
joy to play with and I am
generous to a fault
I do have a heart
it just needs to be oiled
now and then
J. Masuda © 2004