what to do, what to do o Lord
-  when the prayers and praise turn to
… side glances from those that lack anything to say
I do not blame them
when I lose the ability to communicate I feel crippled and feeble minded - I think that the only way to save the embarrassment is to be silent - the silence transforms my language into speaking/tongues - and from the tongue evolves a vision - a vision of never having to say goodbye to those that you love - a misconception based on insincere thoughts that somehow - someway - weave themselves into the tapestry of reality - like the tears that have carved crevasses along my profile…
…into the shape of sorrow
what would it be, what would it be
If my dreams
were reality