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Poetry – Surely there,

Monday, August 12, 20196:13 PM

Christopher Canchola Tempe, AZ

chris.a.canchola@gmail.com

written in Madau, Austria

Surely There

Theo’s through and through pathetic

Wishes he was empathetic

And really Theo’s apathetic

And really Asha’s such a relic

And really Theo needs a medic

He hopes that she knows her worth

Even when he gives no credit

Theo walks past men lying down

Asha walks to them and lifts their spirts

Theo thinks she deserves a crown

Asha thinks we deserve a chance

The wicked gets a helping hand

Evil with a hopeful fan

Theo Lumbers against the blades. His skin is cut. The blowing wind soothes his sultry flesh. He plops his body against the trunk of a large tree. This tree is important to Theo. The passion filled boy drives his carnal thought towards Asha.

They push you just to see you stand

You make them want to understand

Color you with slanderyou brush it with an honesty why

Canvas wilting with their cries

Crafting something full of life

Spirits piping divine chimes

Then,Sounds of love to pierce your eyes

And, Fill your veins and grip your marrow A wisp of truth will slain the narrow

Stir the loins of wrestling men

Coddle all the Negligent

Humble all the confident

Asha, how I love you.

How’d I’d Love you with such reverence

Though…ignorant, innocuous

Your love of life, preposterous

Why can’t you see the transience

Absurdity, the tragedy

Consider thine reality

The death I see, the travesty

River flowing transience

The end is nigh, these nightmares scream

Transience, the state they deem.

Yet… you permeate a permanence

Blue gleaming eyes Their water touch

Their gentle tug

Along the rocks for hearts of men

You soften some,

you charm the rest

You wave of life

You stony Zen

You airy gust

You nothing, oh you everything And the little somethings in between

You’re surely there

In faith I keep

You’re surely there

In faith I leap Over.

Bygone the evil fallen one Bygone the folly of their tongue

The tempting taste, the promise of

Lust, Greed, Power, Strength

Capacity of intellect, the promising Over. And to…

You hope, you love, you peaceful dove

You word of God, you spirit sung

You wave of life

You stony Zen

You airy gust

You nothing, oh you everything And the little somethings in between

You’re surely there

In faith I keep

The truth I sought So you I seek

Albeit you’re far In faith I leap

By reason of You being My dearest And… Surely there.

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