Walk

To walk with God
Is like walking in the footprints of Bigfoot
Leaving craters on the devils head
The world is dead
But since I speak life
I breathe breath
Into many throats with compassionate word play
That might leave one thinking sex had taken place
But to pressure the frontal lobe into a meaningful
Never trivial
Consensual
Fixation of pleasant tenderness
I pray that thou shall bless thee
And release she
Or he
From the chains that confine thee
But I ask you this
Are the chains that confine you
The corridors of your mind
The unsettling seas that sink ships
From men who only sought to reach the inner sanctum of your mind
To know you
Who seek to pleasure you mentally
Rather than physically
Crossed and tangled like Christmas lights you think
I will not be hurt again by any man
So your mind is left corrupt
Until you let Christ in
Then all you fright is gone
Or is the blueprint reversed
Is your flesh craving countless partners
To engage so intimately
And possibly
Is all control lost
Does it feel as if your world is crashing down like a kamikaze pilot
Pivot your thinking and confess him as your Savior and let him save you heart.