Pearls

They said, Get over it!
Not knowing you are the piece of grit,
That has formed a thousand poem pearls,
Whoever I've loved,
All the girls,

That irritation was the one,
That would last me a lifetime long,
The sorrow that you're gone,
How many times can you give a pure heart?
It turns out,
For me,
Just the one.

All that's come since has been stained,
Stained by mistrust and remembered pain.
Just once could I love like that,
I loved you. You loved me.
I held nothing back.

I believed you were the one,
I believed I'd found shelter from the storm,
When I came across your door,
I didnt realise it lead to the cellar,
(I was such a naive fella)
Where I'd spend the next twenty years,
Writing poetry pearls from the source of the tears.

I'd take all those pearls now,
And happily cast them at the feet of the sow,
Or the feet of the swine,
That took you from me,
Back when you Were mine,

I'm still doing time in that cellar,
Trying to find a way to tell her,
Through poems she never will read,
Through pearls strewn round her imaginary feet,

I'm lost to the cause, yeah, I know.
Stuck in a moment, like emotional snow,
I can't even lift one of my shoes,
To take even the first step away,
From this memory of you.

You loved another man too,
How did that work out for you?
Do you write poems....?
Look out the window,
It's never stopped snowin'

I got lost in the asking

I stopped along the way,
To ask a stranger grey,
For directions to the day,
When I could finally say,
Who I am.

And I got lost in the asking.

The roads on which I ran,
Were carved out by another man,
The detour another distraction,
From the milestones of the land,
Guided by a controlling hand,
Losing time like falling sand,
The rock on which I stand,
Was crumbling all along.

And I got lost in the asking.

They told me it was a sin,
To search for truth within,
They told me to be like them,
And so my soul went in,
To the production line,
Of Church
And state.

And I got lost in the asking.

There is a hill,
Where saviours still,
Welcome thieves with dying will,
No conditions to fulfil,
Outstretched arms appeal,
Come in, Come in,
Just as you are,
However you feel,
Just as you will.

Oh Father,
I got lost in the asking.

As I am, with but one plea,
That thy blood was shed for me.
I just thank you father,
For making me,
Me.

Notification

Looking all day for the little red box,
Scanning my phone to find out what's what,
A reply, a like, a post from a "close friend",
My mind on my facebook,
When does it end?
Notify me,
I have to see.

Real life events on a real timeline are passing me by,
My wife up and left me, I never asked why,
I commented on her relationship status,
"It's complicated" actually means she hates us.
Notify me,
I can hardly see.

All day long the ancient of days,
Holds out his hands, shows us his face,
But the notification doesn't come on my phone
So sadly I miss the alert when it's shown,
God, notify me.
I need to see.

The vibration setting of a tuned in spirit,
The alert of nature can cause you to hear it,
The love of real friends can give you a taste,
Of the eternal love in the book of the face, of the king,
Incoming,
"He loves you,
You're wanted",
Ping.

Notification, every minute, every day,
Father cares is what The Son says.
This is the notification,
Of your salvation.
O Lord,
Notify me,
I want to see.

My Soul: Listed on eBay

For a three way,
and a cheap stay,
I sold my soul,
On eBay,

He pays,
When she says,
It's a neat phrase,
"I sold my soul,
On eBay",

The free phase,
Was a freak craze,
A weak gaze,
At chic ways,
"He sold his soul,
On eBay"

The key lays,
Beneath ways,
Of THE maze,
Where he prays,
For free grace,
To repay,
The price of his soul on eBay,

A knee graze.
Stung in sea spray,
We pay,
For our cheap stay,
We flee away,
From our D Day,
The free play,
In the freeway,

While the sheep lay,
In the deep hay,
They sleep-pray,
Not weep, fey,
The fee's waved,
Like he says,
A second chance offer,
My Soul redeemed,
On eBay.