Steal (the draft--edits welcomed!)

________________Steal
my affections and will in the
fold of Your love
I've been stolen and the adoption
grows on me, in me.
Callouses on forehead
I know when Your toenails
have been cut.

And it's just You and me in the
room filling of smoke from the
broken alabaster jar.
I just left when You called me
Pen rolling out of my bag when
I ran to follow You.

Still now, surprised still
by the cristae that I thought I
knew well enough
to make a map of this matrix.
The solid lines of buzzing colours
have broken out
to a fury of static
black or white and movement that scares me.
And a wind blows down
the antenna, into
my marrows.

________________ Steal, You are a Collector
shivering to see the tall necks
swaying in bark skins,
my eyes cold and dry in Your fierce wind
Fierce.
(You are a Collector.)
Like fire.
(Not a thief.)
To terrify with jealous love
and penetrate with washing flames

Here, I am collected. And my adoption
runs deep
to waters I will pass through
and
rivers that will not overtake me
and
fire I'll come out from un-singed.
... I've been stolen by fierce love
and gathered to His side.

To all the beloved...

... or, those who actually still read this poorly maintained and rarely updated website:

I will announce this at this week's meeting, but here as well.

Please submit to me your three favourite poems that you have written this year, while the dps has been happening. Please make sure to submit them on hard copy (by e-mail as an attachment would be swell) in 12-point Times New Roman font. Please also include a brief bio. (And I mean freaking brief, less than 200 words).

I will use these to create a small dps zine (title suggestions welcome) over the course of the summer which you will all receive in September (Caroline, I'll e-mail it to you cause you won't be around. *sniff*)

Thank you, goodnight.

Apathy Kills

It's so hard to see the reality
That the end will be the end of things
And our hearts are all we get to bring
So let's go ahead and make them worth something"
Relient K - Apathetic Way to Be
_________________________________
I'm fed up
with being fed up.
I want to Care
about Something,
and everything
that Matters;
like hope
and love
and faith.
The world
has nothing to offer
that will not be lost
in the end.
So I choose Forever
now.


{Note: The capitals are there on purpose. I was trying to imitate the style of movie director M. Night Shyamalyn, who produced Sixth Sense, Signs, The Village, and other crazy movies. He marks things that are all related somehow. For example, in Sixth Sense, everything influenced by the spirit world is coloured red, such as the tent the Hayley Joel Osmond hides in, and the doorhandle to the basement at the end of the movie. So I chose to capitalize words which actually mean more than just the word, but are altered by God. For example, in the third line of my poem, Care refers to God's love in that I don't just want to pay attention, and make a difference for things that I'm interested in, but rather because God loves those things or people.}