A constant noise in the background
Crying out to be heard
A voice whispering across your conscience
This isn't what you deserve
It's absurd that you won't listen
Don't say it isn't true
That whoever admits they're lonely
Living lies that can't be proved
Amaze the living creatures
With your poetic poetry
And confuse the reasonable dreamers
With your constant unvariety
All praise the Lord Most High
All honor to His name
Avoid the noise and the whisper
Cling to this one thing
That only God most High
Can ever know your name
Just thought I'd post this. Found it in one of my notebooks, along with the notes at the bottom: "Huh? Why do I write? I'm afraid to read it again. It's probably pretty absurd. But hey- at least I wrote something." It is a weird poem, though there are a few lines I like, but mostly it's just weird. Probably the oddest thing about it to me is the way I started talking about praising God at the end. Not that there is anything weird about praising God!
The more I read it, the more it seems like it's three seperate poems squished together, it just semi-randomly changes focus.
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