Sometimes they rhyme

Sometimes they rhyme and sometimes they don’t

I’m afraid that it won’t

Make sense

The sentence is senseless and I’m locked up

My sentence is endless and I chok it up to all the mistakes that I made

When the feelings fade

I’m left in retrograde

Tepid, full of trepidation

Moving toward the destination

Swiss or French or Swede or Hatian

Bold, transcending creed or nation

I’m a new creation

But there’s still frustration

Cause the worldliness is seeping in like radiation

He’s told me I’m worthy

But the worldly are rarely worthy

His Word feeling topsy turvy

Coming down with a bad case of scurvy

The remedy’s vitamin c

But I wish I had vitamin G

I need vitamin a to help see

But therein lies the deficiency

My illiteracy will be the death of me

I almost gave up entirely

Deliciously you witness me

Your hands clasped so maniacally

But my clammy hands are clasped in spite of me

He’ll deliver me

A tax collector crying on his knee

I beat my breast but this time not hard enough to leave a mark

I’m not ascetic

That’s an old asthetic

I cry convulsing and I know I probably look pathetic

To Him that’s old news

I watch the old Jews

Pour out of the synagogue

In my eye my sin, a log

I’m quick to confuse

Judgement with reviews

The things I thought were not allowed

Are fine as long as you’re not proud

I’m grateful, that’s a better word for it

I’m thankful so I try to keep current

Sheer volume, pulled off by the strong current

Past memories cannot be a deterrent

Past failures, doesn’t mean it’s not worth it

Try again