Category: poetry

AYE I

Connect the connect that is connected

These sweet melodies of wires

Tangled and expired

Give me a switch to inspire

I’ll light up the night and sky

Maybe dim it low to set it on fire

Electric tech has us blind

It is conspiring to turn our minds

If I deaden your phone and computer

Will you turn to smoke and smolder

If I take your lamp and light

Will you turn to grey nothing in sight

Aye I will try but it’s your choice

Whether to guard your mind and sight

Thirty

Hey there pit of my arm

Where I was born and thought

I was from until

Something got snapped

Snatched killed and then loved

Look at this sword of word

And this shield of faith

Baited is the bait

Demon slayer I behave

And slay

Jesus lover my cover

My grace

Today and tomorrow

It’s a thirty way

Today and tomorrow

Years away