gregory collins - Preachers and tramps and forgetful faiths

There is no escape from God anywhere. <br />I don't care if your t-shirt is kicking the stalls beyond all recognition, <br />or if you invented silk, or the fear of sex. <br />I don't care if your the mother of a prostitute that recognizes fast, <br />or if your dreams and visions are cheering church on a Sunday morning. <br />I just don't even care if everyone in this world is close to becoming Buddha's, <br />or if i have boils and rashes on the beriberi of the arms and legs of my soul. <br />Because just wait until they count the dead with no forgiveness, <br />and find a way instead of an answer. <br />Kind of like first we were boys and girls obeying, <br />now we are just a sun that sinks low; <br />written in a charcoal sentence instead of the other. <br />Instead of searching our friends that must think we are acting.<br /><br />gregory collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../preachers-and-tramp