There is beauty in the untamed soul
Full of purpose yet knows this great hole...
I kneel ashamed before the throne as once again I...
Knowing well what will be shown and what the Lord...
Things I have done for which I am not proud
There are things that were done that may be wrong...
Wipe your sorrow wipe your tears
Do not cry for I am near...
Around the time he came
I was lost...
I'm walking under the rock
So quiet and surreal...
I once was abused
I felt torn and forgotten...
She lies awake at night crying out to god
Praying that someone will come and hold her near...
Holy Mary the clear mother of God
How the protesters think it is so odd...
It is difficult for me to measure time.
For it is a part of this imperfect place...
© Francisco Guzman 2005
In a world of swirling darkness...
What is this feeling?
Separating me from you...