Something New....Someday

my newness, is a log. i feel uncertain as a log.' that no one will save me or my brothers still standing.

Listening to an album of Tibetan Throat Singing, and wandering around town.  the people at the library seem much more like Muppet's than usual, and i sit  by the window and watch as the trains roll in and out like title waves of metal. there is a boy with his face smashed in, dried blood on his lips, looks  stretched like he was made out of clay. His hand is wrapped in bandages, and his father is  pocked marked, and his mother is overweight in sweatpants. they are asking  sweetly where to find a particular movie to the counter clerk. the windows are reflecting the elevator lights as the move up and down, but those lights are really bombs waiting to hit upon the hill close to my house, it makes me  squirm and i  remember i just have a really active  imagination . i was worried about my girlfriend and thinking about how sad i would be if there would not be a bed to snuggle under the sheets with her.   i have decided to finally love...

in a dark place but not solemn, the light in your eyes, lies in the world that i have overcome. but we don't decide. the sleep, is all we have, to exact the number of entrances, that we have of the material objects we arise. in a dark place, the stars shine, and the killers lie, but we don't deny the lies that we live. there are places that we live and the flowers that we forgive for dying in our vases. still, we break the silence that we might, in order to take flight and read the passages, that enact us unto the suffering, and passing, and blessing, that we become that god has us in our arms, and never lets go. and we love him so. but is never sol.

i would like to feel holy. the vespers inside of me every evening, holds a service. i never feel alone after the fact of the notion. i partake of the Eucharist, in my own way. but every night i feel anathema. the vespers inside of me feel holy, but i feel unforgivable. i enter the cathedral, and i ask about god, i ask for agape, the thought of which will not be. that platonic love i want for, that god will forbid. so i ask for what is above, to be below, unto me, and i cancel out the both, and ask for nothing. every day i ask to come from the heart but every day i become a little dark, my love is just a bitter thorn and i feel worthless in my love.

Eucharist- The Eucharist ( pron.: / ˈ juː k ər ɪ s t / ), also called Holy Communion , the Sacrament of the Altar , the Blessed Sacrament , the Lord's Supper , and other names, is a Christian sacrament or ordinance . It is reenacted in accordance with Jesus ' instruction at the Last Supper as recorded in several books of the New Testament , that his followers do in remembrance of Him as when he gave his disciples bread, saying, "This is my body", and gave them wine, saying: "This is my blood." There are different interpretations of the significance of the Eucharist, but according to the Encyclopædia Britannica "there is more of a consensus among Christians about the meaning of the Eucharist than would appear from the confessional debates over the sacramental presence, the effects of the Eucharist, and the proper auspices under which it may be celebrated." The word Eucharist may refer not only to the rite but also to the consecrated brea...