lost and then found


This is why I hardly ever write a poem.
But all the time the facebook has a poem wrote on the wall.
And that's the way it is.
tired of being blocked from heart to heart struggles.
I need the distraction.
Cast me aside honey and my freedom requires my clean actions.
And all you do is throw those beautiful curves in my direction till I want to explode.
My direct action is to flow away so my mind clears and you keep my mind in the place.
The distraction blurs my mind so I can wander aimlessly towards no direct path.
And then I need to focus on God.
And then I see that Iron rod.
And then I nod my head and pray.
As Jesus blinds my eyes so I cant see.

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