Samson

so I look into you
your eye body and soul

are lovely

filling me like delilah did samson

wrong apparently is the new good

judgers pass by
condemn

but never help

I understand the gangs now
pornstars with tattoed crosses

were all waiting for Jesus first disciples

telling us were free
good Samaritans who truly care
friends
who will be a community with us
exercise the demons for us
talk everyday with us

I'm no different
still haven't found what I'm looking for

like Samson maybe I'll bring it all down in one last act of redemption
God don't cut me down
don't give me a malediction
I swear I'm not a contradiction
there's just a pool of spit I'm choking in.

friendless
pointless
writing a poem because this world is heartless