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Cross

WAKE UP !

TAKE UP 

YOUR CROSS 
AND 
DIE TO YOURSELF 
WE’RE DEFLECTING 

NOT REFLECTING 

ON THE RESURRECTION 

WHILE HE’S HEAPING HELPING 

AFTER HELPING 

AT THE FEAST 

WHERE WE ARE WELCOME !
JUDAS ISCARIOTS 

SIMON PETERS 

MIRRORING THE ACTIONS 

OF THE “HEATHENS”
BECOMING ONE WITH THE WORLD 

THROUGH TRICKS OF 

ISOLATION 

DEGRADATION

PERSUASION 
WELL, LET ME PERSUADE YOU

AND WHILE I’M AT IT, MYSELF : 
THE CROSS HAD A PURPOSE 

MAN HAS USURPED 

BUT HE’S IN POWER 

NOT THAT WE COWER 

IN THE FINAL HOUR
“IT IS FOR FREEDOM 

THAT WE’VE BEEN SET FREE ”
HOW LONG UNTIL 

THIS SINKS IN ?

AND WE TAKE THE WIN ?

BEGIN AGAIN ?

Hiding 

I wasn’t meant for hiding 

Chiding

Writhing

Chastising my inner 

For what was hidden 

No!

I wasn’t meant to play 

This hide and seek game

Where you know me by name 

But don’t truly know me 

I wasn’t made for highlight reels 

Just so you could get an 

Unreal feel 

Of who I am 

I wasn’t made to live in darkness 

Harnessed 

Parked there 

Bystanders Unaware 

Or when exposed 

“Look out, beware”

I was made for the open 

The light 

And the hoping 

I was made to help focus

Hocus pocus 

Our attention on what’s magical 

A fully, vulnerable soul 

The things you don’t learn at school 

See, we’ve been made to be quiet 

But “not I” says the woman 

Who was truant 

Now fluent 

In imperfections 

And flaws

Without pause 

For I wasn’t meant for hiding.

What a Girl Wants (or a boy) 

Isn’t it simple ?
The desires of children 
To be known
Owned 
But not in that sense 
Someone to take ownership 
To claim them
To name them
To frame them 
Their minds 
Their hearts 
Their likes
Their wants 
Aren’t they looking for knowledge ?
But not that of the world
But rather their world 
Every little boy and girl
That we notice each curl
That we look them in the eye
See them as a prize 
A gift
A treasure 
That we measure 
Them by their cans
 Not their cannots 
Or who they “ought” to be 
Aren’t they looking to me ? 

Silence 

Silenced 

To be silenced
It’s inner violence 
Being forced to withhold
A story to be told
A crushing of the inner 
A bleeding under skin and 
A heart growing dim 
She’s becoming a shadow 
A piece or a part
Not a whole 
Never whole 
Deep within the soul 
She’s Scared to make known 
What she’s been shown 
Her cover is blown 
When she takes the lid off 
How she was Forced to eat from the trough 
A Choke and cough 
From these scraps of love 
if it can be called that ? 
It was rather more like bits 
Midriffs 
Next “hits”
And their leftovers 
Can She Do overs ?
Abuse 
And hangovers 
These all meant to stifle 
Take out the rifle 
To Fire a shot 
At her voice 
That’s now here 
Loud and clear.

Reciprocity

Reciprocity 

Is key

To our “we”

Relationally

None of this me

Before you

Equality is the glue

Between us

Not one better

A relational fetter

Then I let it fester

Hold it all in

Try to reel it in

codependent

Where I give in

And you win

Relationship strained

I’m drained

Contained

Inside

Let it hide

Abide

In this unhealthy version of us

Can’t discuss

For fear

Of losing what’s left of us

So I keep it smooth sailing

Always failing

To hit the nail on

The head

So I Play dead

Instead

Wondering 

I’m Looking out of the car window

Watching the girl looking out the car window beside me at a stop light 

Wondering if she is wondering 

All the things I currently wonder 

And I pretty much come to the conclusion 

That she isn’t 

She doesn’t know to wonder yet 

But wondering will come 

She will eventually wonder herself into 

Her future existence 

And look out of the window and wonder the same 

About the girl looking out of the car window 

At the same stop light in twenty years 

Guilty 

We’re guilty

It’s filthy 

How robotic 

Hypnotic 

Glazed over optics 

With our hands on devices 

Never think twice

Let it define our lives

This technology 

Superficiality 

Now losing the ability

To think rationally 

Let it sum up identity

How we hang onto likes 

Swipe left and right

It’s how we now measure

Looking at the 

Followers

Friends 

Views 

Well, here’s the good news !

Whether we have one or have many

Doesn’t have any

Real proof or meaning 

I dare us to take a day

Put it away 

Get out of the cave 

Of this social media age

actually have conversation 

Where we sit face to face 

Guarantee that phone can’t ever replace

The feeling of being present

In real time and place

Let’s grace each other with ourselves day to day

Without scrolling

Trolling 

Doling out likes 

Wouldn’t that be nice ?