And since I wear my new favorite
shirt- I never liked things with words
but this one I do- Fight Evil With Poetry
It says and so she asks- do you have one.
A poem she meant.
As I stand my mind is empty- and yet
I think I’ll try. and so I start- I was wandering
around the city looking for a place, then
I found this place, and now I’m filled with the
grace- and finished – of God.
And there it was suggestions of how I should
change it so it would rhyme- ‘Place filled with God’s
grace’ or something like that but then again.
Most of life doesn’t rhyme- it’s just us trying to
find some kind of beauty in the mess of it all.
So yeah- I don’t do rhyming. I do rhythm,
Free verse- something defying what others
think I should do- or perhaps, make them think
because something in it is imperfect, something
scratches the surface, creating an itch that
calls to actively engage- one way or another,
I won’t change my words just because you say
I should. But you can order the words like you
would- just use your own voice, don’t try to