How do rocks go astray?
How do they crumble and erode?
Broken crags and fallen stones
Protect and hold on to
Cliffs and slippery slopes
In anxious absence
Flounder and fracture and fester in mold
These rocks break and they batter
Building upon buildings
Mountains and shrines
Dark fallen towers
Of forfeited godliness
If only rocks could speak,
If they could sing and skip
Upon the highways of life
Then silence wouldn’t be home to stony hearts
And narrow paths wouldn’t be so cold
Some are the eyes
Some are the hands
I am the palm
That completes the hand
I am wide
I am small
I’ll carry the world
Before you fall
Some don’t notice
Others read
But neither the seeing or the blind
Neglect the importance of me
I am smooth
I am rough
Marked by work
Toughened by the job
Sensitive but useful
A raised sign for help
A silent call
A mark of what is to come
Some are the eyes
Some are the hands
I am the palm
That carries it all
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If God didn’t care, would you still be here?
If God didn’t watch, why is life full of drama?
If God was dead, then why dream of nirvana?
If religion is bondage, I’m a slave eternal.
If religion is cancer, my case is terminal.
If religion is a crutch, I’d claim infirmity.
If loving you was folly, I’ll be the biggest fool.
If commitment was stupid, I’d forget about IQ.
If time had a price, I’d spend millions on you.
If love was a drug, I’d be an addict for you.
If we ever came apart, I’d use super glue.
And If love be a liar, then burn me at the witch’s pyre.
If kindness was idiotic, I’d gladly be the dunce.
If chubby is deadly, I’ll live on the edge.
If chastity was suicide, I’ll stand on the ledge.
If people aren’t equal then the factors are wrong.
If modesty is old fashioned, then I’m a classic song.
And If the good die young, I’ll accept martyrdom.
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