Posted by: chibotaichi | November 23, 2015

Who Lives Here

Here inside the foyer

feelin restored I

like a House of God

don’t wanna see one get destroyed cause

The Spirit, when it’s Holy

I let it hold me

how do we embrace the ones we’d just as soon avoid


Existential People

Stars, Stripes and Steeple

and all the wretched Bodies

we prefer to hide with sweepers

brushed under the rug

Righteousness and Choice

The Drug

Coffe in the mug

burning the oil for who knows what…


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