03 March 2011

two hundred-thirteen.

the fight, not to finish.
they'll never know what she's fighting for

the freedom and longevity of her mental sanity

she's in a boxing ring, head to head with

intellectual and political thoughts that create

craters of "you don't know nothing" and "you're too stupid to be in this."

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THEY'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT SHE'S FIGHTING FOR

THE FREEDOM AND LONGEVITY OF HER MENTAL SANITY

SHE'S IN A BOXING RING, HEAD TO HEAD WITH

ECONOMICAL AND THEOLOGICAL GAIN THAT MAKE

PILES OF "YOUR POCKETS ARE TOO THIN" AND "YOUR SPIRIT IS TOO EMPTY TO UNDERSTAND THIS."

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and they'll never know what she's fighting for

the freedom and longevity of her mental sanity

she's in a boxing ring, head to head with

His spirit and her wicked and conniving flesh stirring up

puddles of "surrender one or the other because you can't fight in this game of tug of war forever."

two hundred-twelve.

persevere, for you.

i'm tryna see through the fog
but it's so thick and so full
and your words are so bleak
my eyes can't hear what you speak
so i stop what i'm doing
sit down slowly, and i
create a space for you to think
out loud, with my mouth
closed, swallowing clouds of,

"i hate you, can't stand you!
leave my presence because
it's YOU i wish i never met."

then my throat begins to swell and
my eyes begin to well and you begin to
sail quicker and quicker down a lane that
wasn't paved for you,
it wasn't paved for two
i can't see through the fog
that your anger has built up,
and i want to lift you up
but i can't dethrone the King
He's higher than you and me
so i'll let Him take the job that
i'm way too weak to work

but i'm not giving up - trust.
i'm just not going to give up

on us.

01 March 2011

two hundred-eleven.

nothing more.

the reason is,

we've split so far apart

and we've become

closer than

before.

but only one

mind is

in this.

the other,

their heart.