You are my world I love with all my heart
We have a relationship made in heaven
Right?
Walking whited sepulchers we’ve been called
A view I refuse to accept at all.
For the vault that harbors sheaves of memories
I have meticulously filed in order
Maintain the myriad ways you bring me down
Mocking with a taunt or tease to hurt me
How dare you when you realize what happens?
I fling into the ammunition files
To prove you are at fault, always to blame
I am adept at this insanity
Which sadly seeps hurt into all we know
For we are not alone in this drama
Are we?
That self-created toxic memory tomb
Always bids me return to exhume proof
Some more old data to establish guilt
And pin the liability on you
I pray for the help of kind holiness
May I shut down judgment’s thought process
Man-made, a god that judges and condemns
Which qualifies as that called blasphemy.
Even though that is no affront to god.
Ego judges what is good, what’s bad
Consistently and constantly, non-stop.
Never once having sane ability
The full picture not possible to see
So, give me grace to stop this forever
And allow my heart to rest in You, Pure Love.
Love seals the vault of my old sad memories
Love sees you shining praiseworthy and pure
In love, the tortured mind is gone away
And I walk like god seeing innocence
For love espies the lovely, only good.
You push my buttons…I respond with peace.