Images of Faith
fly through my thought train,
like some stunt ae-ro-planes
doing barrel rolls
over narrow roads
and not
clipping telephone poles
with one of four wings.
I'm sorta saying
faith is playing a big role
in controlling my
ascent from adolescence
that should have been done a decade ago.
I'm going to go ahead
and act like I didn't know any better
when composing the apologetic letter
to my grandmother.
She had such high hopes for me,
and only now are these pipe dreams
binding at seams
and forming something
a little less elusive:
a bit more lucid.
This real life, has got a life of it's own.
And it goes on
it goes on
OH!
it goes on-
an' I don't really know what's going on.
So I paint pretty pictures
and compose awful songs
that are awfully long.
Ya' see,
when I create something
from nothing
I feel closer
to our composer
known as God.
Now I'm responsible for playing the part of Pedagogue
Teaching pupils and prisoners
about pigments and prisms
because if they can channel that urge to belong
through a pen and into a drawing
we might be on to something
that betters the surroundings
for everybody else involved
in the revolving series of problems
we like to "solve"
by pawning off
on correctional facilities
and their inadequate faculties.

Hey, I'm just the guy that's fixing your kids.
Oh, I'm just the guy
for the job.

01/02/2008

Author's Note: I teach art at a boarding school for troubled youth, while being only 24 years old. I feel inadequate to "fix" these kids as I'm not entirely outgrown of the habits they should be correcting.

Posted on 01/03/2008
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