Valium and Tiny

Just-In Time for the mood swing,
I Over Dosed on Valium.

One moment I'm laughing at Bye Ber
As Tiny serenades girls he will never see
again,
the next
I'm throwing shit against the fan
Hoping for a mess
for a succulent piece of chick
en Schnitzel

Then the Val Val Val Ium takes hold
And I'm a Quite Quiet man; soon old.
Taking more, keeping score of stockers
Hoping they fatten nicely for steak
But until then, then forescore lockers
Full of Chick-en Schnitzels I bake
Tastings dry and... why you care
Not for dietary fare

I have lost control of my tears
I have lost parol of my fears



Colin and Co.

Death by Exposure

All my life little lies have been whispered
they crawl into my ears like hungry worms
leaving the mouths of parents, peers, culture
this rain forces them out of cracked pavement
but rain is ultimately not the source,
it's oxygen they lack: lies lack the truth
of God that will expose destructive sin.
If exposed, will worms return to the earth
again to dig and plant their subtle lies?
No! Once they step into the light, their fate
is sealed: they die. How may I wash the lies
from the darkened soil of my mind? A Flood:
to wash away the lies of sinful man
and fill my heart with truth and faith and love.



Colin and Co.

Opa Plays Organ in Heaven

organ pipes shake the foundation
in my heart I can feel the vibration
outside the sun shines bright
smiling evangelists spread some light
inside my organs fall out of place
a cloud of dust forms outer space
like stars just exploded big bang
all the while the choir sang
praises loud full throated melodious
tears fall from the sky glorious
light shatters in each tiny prism
a rainbow forms bridging this schism
I find myself face up on the ground
listen heaven concert organ sound



Colin and Co.

It Takes Time to Mourn

I shed a tear
but not for sadness
nor for joy
or extreme laughter

I shed a tear
for cold air streaming
against my face
against my control

I shed this tear
rolled down my lash
froze to the hair
I could not shake it

I shed this tear
for the rest of my journey
it finally fell
when I went inside



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Tears

When That Song plays
I get a feeling in my legs
I want to dance and shout
But my throat is dry,
I want to cry
When I shoud be bold
Stand up for the 'fold
I smile and cower about
Like a child unaware
Of danger over there
When he gets in her face
And thinks her disgrace
I want to punch his mouth
But my lips are cracked and red
blood streams my face instead
When this song plays
Proclaiming His Praise
I want to dance and shout
But my throat is dry,
I want to cry



Colin and Co.

Hello. You want to read.

Some wordy stuffing turkey.

Here is a boon for your brain

If you don't read this, insane!

You will be comforted one day

By a friend who wnet away.

I purposely do typos

like double you net.

How can I get

Lypos>?

Bye,

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Wrong

I am proven wrong on a daily basis.

Yesterday I was wrong to overreact

to puddles on the bathroom floor

I knew it when I couldn't bring myself

to never flush the toilet like I threatened to.

Today I was wrong to begin a conversation

with negative comments on the smell of dishes

everyone has to eat and if anything my food

smells the worst out the other end.

Tomorrow I will trust in my instincts

pertaining to placing a heart to my heart

all my best efforts cannot keep this love alive

I am wrong to even call it love.

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