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Bad Poetry
Bad Poetry
My name is Caleb Gorey
The narrative is
My brain is a literary Rubik’s Cube and not even I can solve it
The network of my nerves are syntactic
And my blood vessels are but a poem
Clotted with cells of writer’s block
Because my heart is deprived of the right words to gift my mouth
And my liver faults again and its screaming
“You can’t have it!”
I...
Thursday 30th September 2021 5:56 pm
"Even the Sparrows"
If God cares for flowers or birds in a tree
Surely this God will care for me
His son gave His life that His love I might see
Even the sparrows have given a key
The sound of His word no worry to be
This same awesome word brought life to a sea
So when I am worried the Bible I'll read
And in this warm heart He'll water a seed
Thursday 31st March 2016 12:49 am
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