The Dying Heart
Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2019 9:04 pm
The Dying Heart
Part One
Winter storm
Sun withdrawn
Naked dead trees
Melancholy daring me
Perched on the icy breeze
Disconsolate memories of the past
Infinite
I’ve been speaking to Jesus
But I don’t think he is listening
My faith in him
I can’t be tempted
With any organized religion
I’ll just be still
Defeated by the treason
The old pine floors
I’ve been pacing
Comfort like a friend
Been studying
Dylan, Cohen and Rodriguez
They’ve been talking like
They know my God damn business
Cleverly they have spoken the
Ending into intermission
The sun takes a few peeks
Through the years
But always seems to retreat
A broken heart
Is my best suspicion
It might be the one
That ends all suffering
Part Two
Cold kiss goodbye
Froze the soul
Thus
Becoming a mortal blow
I’ve been speaking to Jesus
But he’s staying out of this one
Left town
Broken heart ignored
Put on hold in the background
Hidden in the adventure
Life slowed down
Caught a glimpse
Heart starring at my mind
Dying
But I was mad at him
For the pain and suffering
You deserve this I thought
Let it be a lesson for you
And all the trouble you bring
Your love
Your caring
Your hope
Your goodness
Your fucking forgiveness
Then what could very well be his last hour
My heart looked me in the eyes
One last time
As if he had accepted the fact I wasn’t going to help
It was a bitter cold night
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere
Hauntingly starring at me
With watery eyes
Months unshaven
50 pounds lighter
In his stupid fucking pajamas
Alright I said
I’ll let you back in
Apparently you can’t live without me
You need someone strong and stubborn like me to protect you
You’re not going to make it on your own
You are to good for this world
I apologized
We both cried
Dried our eyes
And wiped the snot
Off our faces
I think he’s forgiven me
The heart is incredibly good
A little pain in the ass sometimes
With all it’s hopefulness, goodness and other irritating defects that constantly inconvenience me
But it is fragile and needs my protection
I could live without him
But I don’t think he could live without me
And he kinda likes it here
So
I guess I’ll let him stay
I’ve been speaking to Jesus
I think he’s just sitting in and listening
~Gully~
? December 2019
Part One
Winter storm
Sun withdrawn
Naked dead trees
Melancholy daring me
Perched on the icy breeze
Disconsolate memories of the past
Infinite
I’ve been speaking to Jesus
But I don’t think he is listening
My faith in him
I can’t be tempted
With any organized religion
I’ll just be still
Defeated by the treason
The old pine floors
I’ve been pacing
Comfort like a friend
Been studying
Dylan, Cohen and Rodriguez
They’ve been talking like
They know my God damn business
Cleverly they have spoken the
Ending into intermission
The sun takes a few peeks
Through the years
But always seems to retreat
A broken heart
Is my best suspicion
It might be the one
That ends all suffering
Part Two
Cold kiss goodbye
Froze the soul
Thus
Becoming a mortal blow
I’ve been speaking to Jesus
But he’s staying out of this one
Left town
Broken heart ignored
Put on hold in the background
Hidden in the adventure
Life slowed down
Caught a glimpse
Heart starring at my mind
Dying
But I was mad at him
For the pain and suffering
You deserve this I thought
Let it be a lesson for you
And all the trouble you bring
Your love
Your caring
Your hope
Your goodness
Your fucking forgiveness
Then what could very well be his last hour
My heart looked me in the eyes
One last time
As if he had accepted the fact I wasn’t going to help
It was a bitter cold night
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere
Hauntingly starring at me
With watery eyes
Months unshaven
50 pounds lighter
In his stupid fucking pajamas
Alright I said
I’ll let you back in
Apparently you can’t live without me
You need someone strong and stubborn like me to protect you
You’re not going to make it on your own
You are to good for this world
I apologized
We both cried
Dried our eyes
And wiped the snot
Off our faces
I think he’s forgiven me
The heart is incredibly good
A little pain in the ass sometimes
With all it’s hopefulness, goodness and other irritating defects that constantly inconvenience me
But it is fragile and needs my protection
I could live without him
But I don’t think he could live without me
And he kinda likes it here
So
I guess I’ll let him stay
I’ve been speaking to Jesus
I think he’s just sitting in and listening
~Gully~
? December 2019