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DescriptionNotes from girls who'd fallen hard enough for me scattered on my bedroom floor.Vagabond images in the mirror and the dissapointed tone in my mother's voice when she's home from twelve hours of the labor I deserve. Imagination sprung from television shows and naked women reminding me of how I crucify my Savior everyday. Again I wake too late in the day to know what the morning sun looks like,I could wake and change the world,but I think I'll sleep a few more hours. Unemployed and aging,I've been dubbed useless and afraid of maintaining responsibility,sappy Christians putting me in my place behind the hugs they hold me so dear in. It's not their fault,it's mine for letting them. Trust me mom,I'll find a job soon enough and I promise I'm not using my Faith as a crutch to sleep all day and live all night,I'm better than the classification of a bum,a leach,a smooch,let's open our Bible's and read Romans 2. Let's take this moment to know that dear america's standards are not that of our Forgotten God.Let's take this moment and accept eternity,let's take this moment to shut up and remember there is more to this than we think. Let us take this moment...... © Jesse The Winner Author's Commentsthis is the first poem I've writen in about a half a year,I thought I was to never write again,here's to what we think will happen.posted: 2001-08-07 16:17:49 views since [2007-12-06 00:23:35]: 276 |