Stuff

I Wonder

Funny how we fall in love with stuff, having a moment of glory be; these things can't think, they don’t feel, or see. I do wonder sometimes though, is this stuff in love with me?

Nothing

All these buyers; and I have nothing for sale.

Choices

We live in this world, and we are free to go bad; to give-up all, that we have and had.

Nothing More

Material things, gathered and kept in store; all terminal stuff, and nothing more.

Offers

It occurs to me, at times, this confirming thought; if you have nothing for sale, you can’t be bought.

ReWorked

Scarred. Painted. Bruised.

Improved!

A holier vision of humankind’s estate.

Imagine that.

Freedom

These rights cut narrowly to make way for driving forces. Sincerity is the commodity on the exchange; buyers place their offers; even stacked they bear no weight. Desires build; merchants ply for bargains. Sell me, buy him; the calls come. These rights cut narrowly to make way for driving forces and you are there with them, on the exchange.

Oftentimes

Forcing your way, and against the grain. It’s oftentimes, a life of strain.

Worn

It’s this age we live in, of bombast and bluster, of secreted dreams, of dubious luster.

Your Call

The thing I think you need and want, you outright reject; and so I’ll ponder your decision, and we leave it at that.

You're Beautiful

For one so perfect, you sure do labor to improve yourself.

A Tough Row

You chased the Spirit to expunge your mind, and live freely among demons; hope you like what you find.

Denials

Gracious Lord! Grant me strength to claim your name, especially when public, and bouts of shame.