This poem is a brain dump that I have sat down on for a long time. The initial write was not complete – I think I was interrupted or stopped my flow midstream and never figured out how to finish the piece until today. It is a poetic response to a well meaning friend who decided to publicly call me out on my own Facebook Timeline rather than send me a private message about his concerns. I was so mad that instead of blasting him off I sat and wrote. What do I always say? Passion isn’t always about sex. Anyhow, this is my finished piece. I think that this will be one of the pieces that I record first.
“Call Me For Prayer”
“Call me for prayer…”
Blasted on FB
As tho’ everyone should see how far I’ve fallen?
And I need help to get up
Don’t make me laugh!
Your rod and staff don’t inspire confidence.
They bring out the beast in me
Make me snarl cruelly
Thinking how easy it would be
To wash you off in cuss words
I don’t need the high and mighty
“Call me for prayer…”
I need the brother who will be there
When tears flood my face
Who isn’t disgraced
To come alongside someone sitting in the dirt
And you wonder why I “flirt
With the world?”
‘Cause there’s more genuine love
Out here than under the pious stare
Of the righteous….
For real, don’t make me cuss
‘Cause all I’ve heard is how I’m throwing away my life
When all the while I’m battling loss
And when I need you, you gloss
Over my need and tell me
How I’ve fallen away?
Yet I remember the hugs
when loss wracked my body
and no one offered to pray,
just allowed me to be;
not throwing jargon.
I’m sure that if I was next to Christ
He would comfort
Instead of consorting
Spitting religious verbosity
I know you mean well, see
But time and place would dictate
A privately penned message
Not a blast on my Timeline
For all to see
That you’re ‘helping’ me
‘Cause the same Christ you following
Said “Don’t let your left hand see
What your right hand is doing…”
So, in my ruling,
You need to wheel and come again
Or rather – don’t come back at all
‘Cause I don’t need to deal with all the emotion
You stir up; one simple message pulled up
And my day lost all its bearings
Like a doomed plane losing altitude
Veering to an explosive end.
I had to sit down and spend
The time to write this verse,
Expressing myself and saving you
From the curses rising unbridled to my lips
So save us both the bother and take a trip
Taking your, “Call me for prayer” with you…