In this my idle obsession
Where all my depression
Wanders its way
Seeking the shadows
To suppress its shape
And hide its terrors
From trespasser’s errors
But wandering eyes
May yet it surprise
Though grand its disguise
Can’t cover its lies
For fear may yet scare
One out of despair
If cornered out
Into the open air
In time may come to rest at last
Yet, gentle the touch of healing hands
Must comfort and coax it
Through the shifting sands
For time is a rough
Wave of contention
That carries us on
Its careless suspension
-Joshua Lee Foist
Sunday, July 24, 2011
We are a cluster of complicated circles
We are a cluster of complicated circles
Surrounding ourselves in our own
Systems of symmetry
We are a façade of friendships formed
Of fascinating phrases with little
Function of fellowship
Our associations of our own choosing
Excluding others while errantly unaware
Engaging in our own attractions
While all surrounding factions
Function in form
With little to no interest
Of inclusion adorned
In the grand illusion
When for all its worth
Is lost in its own isolation
For this its common
Association
Where once might have been
A common kin
Where once could be
A community of three
Now is one secluded
And uprooted from the rest
Still their unsuspecting jest
Remains repressed
Oh for the skill of observation
Of open eyes and wild imagination
Where all were welcome
As they come
With arms outstretched
To everyone
For all engaged
In a single proclamation
That all may come
And join as one
-Joshua Lee Foist
Surrounding ourselves in our own
Systems of symmetry
We are a façade of friendships formed
Of fascinating phrases with little
Function of fellowship
Our associations of our own choosing
Excluding others while errantly unaware
Engaging in our own attractions
While all surrounding factions
Function in form
With little to no interest
Of inclusion adorned
In the grand illusion
When for all its worth
Is lost in its own isolation
For this its common
Association
Where once might have been
A common kin
Where once could be
A community of three
Now is one secluded
And uprooted from the rest
Still their unsuspecting jest
Remains repressed
Oh for the skill of observation
Of open eyes and wild imagination
Where all were welcome
As they come
With arms outstretched
To everyone
For all engaged
In a single proclamation
That all may come
And join as one
-Joshua Lee Foist
Thy secret is found in thy savior bound
Thy secret is found in thy savior bound
From where all life that lingers
Still within, endures all doubt
And sin
Though the sycophant of sin
Doth suck the life within
That life which remains
Restores thy every breath
The battle which rages
For seemlingly endless of days
Will once and for all
Come to an end
When all is made right
In the great architect’s
Delight
Though the darkness
And doubt that drag thee about
Ne’er yet seems to conquer
Lift thy head
And see in light
The hand that pulls
Thee through thy plight
Through all the darkest
Depths of night
For hope remains
Within the veins
For His blood
Tis the only life
That remains
To fill and breathe
Life into thy
Near corpselike
Form
And carry thee
Onward
And out of
The storm
-Joshua Lee Foist
From where all life that lingers
Still within, endures all doubt
And sin
Though the sycophant of sin
Doth suck the life within
That life which remains
Restores thy every breath
The battle which rages
For seemlingly endless of days
Will once and for all
Come to an end
When all is made right
In the great architect’s
Delight
Though the darkness
And doubt that drag thee about
Ne’er yet seems to conquer
Lift thy head
And see in light
The hand that pulls
Thee through thy plight
Through all the darkest
Depths of night
For hope remains
Within the veins
For His blood
Tis the only life
That remains
To fill and breathe
Life into thy
Near corpselike
Form
And carry thee
Onward
And out of
The storm
-Joshua Lee Foist
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