The Church of Mercy


Show me again

How we do it

Do I have to be under covers

or is it something I can share

with my brothers

Show me again

How we do it

 

I may dress the same

as they do

Or maybe I just hold the chalice

better for You

Oh, the things I hold

 

Reading as You talk aloud

I get a sense of urgency

to be proud

Such a sensation

Comes over me

Until a face turns and gives me pity

 

Show me again

How we do it

 

Your word is Your bond

and of that, I’m quite fond

To know that I should know better

when Your voices becomes

an “I Love You” letter

Never will I divulge my secret crush

Hush.

 

So, Show Me again

What made You do this to me

 

Was it the air I breathed

when You walked by

Did my subservience entice You

and fixate Your eyes on the sky?

How many times did I

touch Your robe

Before we made plans

to see the golden globe?

 

But, in time, I’ll be on my own

Trying to establish a name

from which I’ve grown

And Anaphora will keep haunting me

in ways that it could only be

Show Me again

what made You do this to me

 

Show Me again

so I can have my one true friend

100 Metropolitan Parkway


I saw him wait

and say,

“Is he worth it?”

3 o’clock is

witching hour

What a time for

an interview

He watched

as the devil he is

And he got out

of his leased ride

and hid his face

from me

That’s when I knew

how the interview would

proceed

How metropolitan

the melting pot

that would welcome

all that is light and tight

with a dark love

waiting

hoping

thinking

praying

How handsome is

as handsome does

to represent

the parking lot

as well as the

company’s name

Sealed with a shake

may the hand fail to break

dispelling myths

teetering on the cliffs

What a good sign

that your car was in line

When even though

he needs your mind

following directions

to perfections

You don’t take the same door

Could there be more?

Maybe the interview

goes long past four

and you exit through the back door

with a pay on the back

and papers in a stack

Always in the dark


Try to ask where you’re going

Sometimes

I guess it’s

not worth knowing

 

You play so coy

As if I’m your kept toy

Loving you isn’t always a walk in the park

That’s why I feel I’m always in the dark

 

Thought I caught

a fallen star

But reaching out for you

is stretching way too far

 

The wish I made

Really let you leave your mark

The way you keep throwing me shade

Ain’t no wonder I’m always in the dark

 

You’re still a pot of gold

It’s just that you’re too hot to hold

I think this is getting old

Somebody out there will break the mold

 

I’ll always feel the spark

When I can get you alone, one-on-one

Until then, I’ll always be in the dark

playing solitaire while you’re on the run

Feeling Me Because of a Secret


I was forced to

Tell a secret

I didn’t want

To tell

And it hurt me

 

Not in the moral sense

But the pain was

Unbearable for a good bear

And friendly soul

 

I was forced to

Give of myself

For somebody

Else’s pleasure

 

And they got off

Until

The light for me

Became clearer

 

When I took it

I gave it back

Until I could

Give nothing else

 

Delicious pain

It has become

Even my shoulder does

Think so

 

Yes, it got me

What perfect time

Along with your timing

Gives you applause

 

Thank you secret

Now I can be

myself