Christocentricity

i slept like a babe in your arms
yes like a babe
scared shitless
with my stomach turning
with fear
yet an anxious fear
that will be stolen
with the failures
and broken dreams
of tomorrow

i will not succeed at anything
but i will suffer
with
but not like
the one who has suffered most
for my sake
in my place

Bedside

to my friend...

with something to prove
and everything to lose
with your blank stare into space
and the academic challenge
of mediocrity
and your fear in your bones
and your pride
to ne'er confront
the dark side of the world
but only to sleep underneath it all

i pray that you don't sleep for too long
or that you don't remember redemption
without the fall
and that the stench of depravity
ne'er leaves your bedside

More Anger Please

in december
nothing has changed
just a little more anger
about what could be lost
by
next november