they found the old locomotive stuck
ina dreary railyard
ten miles from country meadows
arranged some flowers in
her smoke stack rang her passenger
bell a couple times on a prayer
she might live again
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Tag Archives: prayer
prayer
carries to god then
back down to
earth palms touch
marked by crescent lines
destiny moves in
and out of self
brokering wilderness
in a heavy
heart
mood.i
i spoke to you by phone long distance
before the call i was collected and after i was
hurt again
i believe
the space i made the contact
with god was what allowed
me to
survive underwater deep
breathing inside the
divide
only prayer
only prayer draws me up from this lacking, this demoralization. this devastation. only prayer can restore me and my faith in these times.
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i concede unto the hour
up and take the day
like the thirsty flower
i rise
open hearted
having bowed my head
to pray
rose quartz
you coulda been living in a car
you were and
who cared you disappeared off
the lips with a
prayer
rose quartz
the quality to express
you
a pale of having been purified
by trial
only accomplished in
those the world gave
away
fear and the medulla
Back in the desperate place the mind likes to take me, where the thoughts are all discouraging and fear walks unaccosted across the oblongata, tamping the vessels until blood pressure rises, I see that I am troubled and finally say a prayer, as my breathing heads for the shallows where the shore has disappeared…
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| from King’s ‘The Dead Zone |
what saved me, this time, was drawing the Dead Zone, the paperback, up to my face, my nose tucked in towards the spine, and closing my eyes and inhaling deeply the scent of the pulp, which transported me body and soul into a lovely forest, some forgotten place and time, from which this pulp was hewn.
the ides of march upon us, here is my wish…
may we overcome all our fear, live long and prosper
– KatYa, 2017
trax
trax
the weekend came
with rain and the grasses fantasy
green
with rain and the grasses fantasy
green
reality was dishes
was rent and quarter
moons and abrasive
the train tracks are so
godddam polished
when the weather clears
i think i will go eat lunch
on them
or paint my nails
or lay my spine out
or straddle them in denim
and ride them
choo choo
like a freak
or follow the vibration
to the end of
the world
like church bells
like prayer
like god was in doing
the thing which
when done
made you
smile
pray.15
i gave up
i gave up
once friends
who gave up
on me
to keep them
demanded i lose faith
in myself
this was sad
i prayed
i gave up
cigarrettes
they cut short
so many lives
i wanted
so badly
2 breathe
this was hard
i prayed
i gave up
fighting
myself and
the world
behind
some romantic
notion
what i wanted
to be
to see
made a wall
stand between my life
and me
i gave up bread
to the pond
to feed
the ugly
truth duckling
i gave up
retail therapy
no
that’s a lie
i just ran out
of money
im sorry
life gets sad
im sad
lifes so hard
a timeless
tradition
the human
condition
may not
make sense
one day is okay
the next is not
now i pray
every day as
i did
when i was
a kid
back then
early eighties
2 feel good
4 myself
now i pray
how?
2 live how
2 trust how
2 give
away
and not
up
