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Seatbelt Blue

"Like a Beggar on the Streets"

It’s cold on Franklin Street again tonight

It drizzles drowsy drops of steel and rice

The streets are paved with ashes

All my signs are dots and dashes

Again tonight

She’s softly sinkin’, yeah, she sinks the moon

And lamppost shadows make a fake raccoon

But the lightbulbs, brown and burning,

Are my dimly lit discerning

Like a beggar on the streets of Xanadu

I drink from dying waters

And I know the city’s daughters after two

Like a sailor on the oceans never known

These waters need exploring

So I'll cast off in the morning on my own

It’s cold on Franklin street again tonight

And it’s hell out when the city’s dressed in white

All the stones are cold and covered

Had a drink, I need another

Again tonight

The floodlights, they consume my precious sky

And it’s strange that light obscures what burns more bright

I’ve got quarters in my pocket

For a bus ride or a rocket

Out of sight

Like a beggar on the streets of Xanadu

I drink from dying waters

And I know the city’s daughters after two

Like a beggar on the streets of Xanadu

I stand tall when it's raining

Or I sit and wait for breaking better news

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What is Wrong, My Friend

What is wrong, my friend,

What's dealt you this blow

What cushed your heart

What's brought you this low

What demon, what curse

Extinguished your fire

Given you pain

Where once was desire

You try to hide

But your eyes betray

Telling the Secrets

You try not to say

Your pain, your fears

Your hurt, your tears

All the lies and heartaches

From all of the years

Would you let me help

If I asked you, please

Is it in my power

This pain to ease

Can I dry your eyes

And make this storm break

Or if I cannot

relieve your ache

Would you allow me

To grieve with you

I would cry alongside

If only I knew

If only you'd tell

I beg, please reveal

What I can do

To help you heal.

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The Battle

Raphael has scouted the path

Gabriel has announced the call

Michael hasd ground his blade

War is about to fall

Blood appears in the sky

And spreads across the Earth

Ground and Heaven burst assunder

The armies marching forth

The legions have been numbered

The turncoats been revealed

The forces have assembled

Along the battlefield.

All creation rises to arms

No one runs and hides

No spectators may be found

All have chosen sides

Saturday

Mater Dolorosa,

Mother of Roses,

Ave Maria

Ora pro nobis.

Tears of water-

Crystal-blood-

Is there an olive

Leaf for this flood?

Wll there appear

A sign in this sky,

The brightness of the Sun

To dry the eye?

Or will the tomb stay night

Will the cup bear only wine

Another temporary sacrifice

In a never-ending line.

I tell thee, morning star

This is a waning moon

I see the dawn is coming

And you shall see it soon.

Remove the sword from your heart

And strike the serpent's head

Proclaim unto the world,

Oh, how short is dead.

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Thank you. I like to write religious poetry that is stuffed full of allusions, symbolism, and stuff like that. Here's most of the rest of the stuff that I've written (at least the stuff that's any good and that I can find). God's blessed me with the ability to write, so I give it back to Him.

Veil so thin

You cannot hide

The Light within

The Fire inside

I come to partake

And in Thee I see

The Thought that ne'er breaks

I join the memory

Ages past

And future dim

Free at last

Together in Him

Through time, through ages

Earth sings a song

Life leaps from the pages

Heaven joins along

I join the communion

And am freed of my sins

Perfected in Union

By a veil so thin.

In Articulo Mortis

To a life so dark

I dare not hold

I run towards the light

I run from the cold

To dies is to gain

What in life I could not

My soul longs to dance

And leave body to rot

Grant me, O God

When my heart takes its bow

The promise throug Peter

That I fulfill now.

Mother of God

In that hour of mine

Stretch out your hand

And bring me to Thine.

Patrons to whom

My life was entrust

Forget me not

As I slip 'way to dust.

God Most High

Grant me this

Look down with love

In Articulo Mortis.

Canonization

All ye saints whom age forgot

Whose lives doest Rome remember not

No named feasts have you got

But that day that covers all

Though I know not what to call thee

My blessed patrons may you be

I pray to you, please pray for me

Oh Nameless hear my call

Monstrance

May I rhyme

With tears in my eyes?

Behold the Man;

Behold the Lamb!

Terror of Fear.

Mortality of Death.

I try to draw my breath

And I gloriously fail.

In Your Presence

the silence

broken by worship

of angels

Oh Glorious Gift

The memory and eternity

fused in a moment.

Once passed over

Once not spared

The gold

as but base lead

holds the Bread of Life

Holds the Body of Christ.

And I am priviledged

exalted

humbled

to behold.

David's Daughter, Mystic Rose

Morning Star, Theotokos

Holy Virgin, Ever Blessed

On Thy heart place my request

Maria! Mother of My Life

Handmaiden and Spirit's Wife

Implore, O deeply favored one

Before Thy Great and Holy Son

For all who walk the earth this day

And for this reason which I pray

Take my prayer from Thy Heart

And upon Thy Son impart

The prayer which rests within They breast

That which I do now request

Give Thy Son a kiss for me

This is what I ask of Thee

Hear my cry to Thee today

Sancta Maria, Mater Dei

Sacred Heart of Love on Fire

Make Thy will my one desire

Holy Love made Flesh and Bone

Make me long for Thee alone

Heart of Jesus, Victim of sin

May I thirst for Thee again

Take my mind; Heal my will

My heart is sick; My Soul is ill

Great Physician, make me well

Sacré Cœur, Emmanuel

Draw me near, O Sacred Heart

And, as I can bear, impart

The lessons of Thy Blessed Ways

More and more for all my days

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Canonization

    All ye saints whom age forgot

    Whose lives doest Rome remember not

    No named feasts have you got

But that day that covers all

    Though I know not what to call thee

    My blessed patrons may you be

    I pray to you, please pray for me

Oh Nameless hear my call

:o:o:o:o:o:o

oh wow willguy

you amaze me

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Seatbelt Blue

Whose lives doest Rome remember not

The word is "dost" not "doest" and is only appropriate when conjugated for "thou." You want "doth."

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Canonization

All ye saints whom age forgot

Whose lives dothRome remember not

No named feasts have you got

But that day that covers all

Though I know not what to call thee

My blessed patrons may you be

I pray to you, please pray for me

Oh Nameless hear my call

Actually, thanx SB.

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