A certain something something

A certain type of insanity
takes over me
when I see
the disparity
It's not what you do
It's to do it in style
It's in what you say
and the way that you smile
Bitter words and shouting
sadden the heart
Bitter words and shouting
makes the best lovers depart
Forgiveness returns you to your sender
Forgive so that you may remember

Tinkerer with Gods' toys

We are tinkerers with Gods toys

Having fanciful dreams and ploys

With in the limits of our imagination

Without the benefit of the power of Creation

Living each day by the Gift of Grace

Not able to withstand the light of His face

Not able to live without killing

Grist in the mill for the milling

Yet the strain holds on

Living life is sometimes fun

To be free of the strain of sinning

If only I were free of the losing and winning

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