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The Apartment
Binding and grinding a contract can be,
Wishing and hoping to be now free.
But life is a contract to be met on its terms,
And death is the clause that foreclosure concerns.
The Landlord is Just, He gives each full measure
Of time on this earth to squander or treasure.
The rooms that you have belong to Him too -
The walls may be pleasant or ugly or blue.
But who dwells within is your own property,
Be it loving or caring or in misery.
The joy of the spirit is payment and more
For the rent of the rooms and your name on the door.
But for some poor souls the rent is past due,
And for payment in full they haven't a clue.
The peace of the soul and a great love for God,
Is all that they'd need for the floors that they trod.
But living today is so fast and unwise,
Its shallowness now is hard to disguise.
A few can see through it to What always was there
For the soul when it stops to listen and care.
Oh Father please help us,
Save us , Your own,
Keep us from darkness
And never alone.
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Esker
Sat, 2017-01-21 16:09
havent talked to my father in heaven....
for awhile...
although iM A believer..not like con artists the disbeliever..
when it got cold..by our station near the mall
man my age tried to live outside I was appalled
found him frozen rock solid and truly quite dead
a tent it just fabric...something simple..made of
threads...
I live in a motel old gal ancient and grand..
run by two non judgemental brothers
and a staff homie bred
they hired bug killers when the critters
did roam
got in cameras and tech stealth
help keep us safe in our beds
every month in account of a bank
let me in
goes my cash for to spend
on my every wish whim
but i know to keep basic
survival paid well
else I get my quick notice
and out to face hell
spent my time on that circuit
\
..spent my time
worrisome hell
Cause i lived in a car
lived in a tent in summer
not so bad
didnt have to shoot no body
like military boy
take care of plants launder
money..build body.steroid
pump to push out girls to
provide me the sum lump
always faster who will shoot
u in head
real world......
i would rather live in Motels
large old glorius room
much going on
not as bad as the gloom
in rooming houses
or the housing
carousers
but yes......there is that
level....where you must
equate or feel the bevel
of the chisel on your ass
cutting u free
cause you just cant
embezzle time
on that level
jail sucks...i agree
but you eat good
at least the meals
of three..
and as noted by
the critiques
better then the old
as they exists waiting
for death drawing mould..
when i was in for
domestic problemwhich
i pled and did my time
and made up for over
here double time
Chicken cordon blue
and chocolate pudding
and cake...tea ever nite
by brunette with angle
eyes outta site..
and large feddie charge
they find you a place
subsidice new existance
while veterans strife
I dont write the rules
or belong
either such
but also realize
that fair is not
buck
it is what it is
take it as
we can
very few rate
the whole
before then
hop in
read
and scan
mr happy as it goes
lived it in portions
all...
great great poem
cause i relate
cause im living it
mr wolf