Poetry Blogs (nowhere)
M.C. Newberry on YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) (2 hours ago)
I listened to your every word, as if we were sitting in the pew on Sunday.
Worshipped your word and your advice as if you were preaching the gospel.
Then I grew up and realized the faith you were preaching was all bullshit.
You left me and took your blasphemy with you.
You left me a sinner, with no gospel to believe in.
Friday 2nd March 2018 12:21 am
Now with added audio (felt better read).
Wishing For Rain
She spent that week,
Wishing for rain.
Every morning that
Reaching towards her.
But a dry week
And quick pick-me-ups
From a garden sale,
Hid the hate.
An attempt to resuscitate
The happy days of swing
Tuesday 24th May 2011 2:09 am