Glorious Destruction

Can I discover the beauty of you O my Soul?

By what way should I travel in my search?

Some said that if I could merely glimpse you I could rest from my wanderings.

I could be sustained by the glory of you.

The sweetness of your breath, the curve and shape of you, the music of your laughter and the light in your beautiful eyes.

They say before you I will die and be reborn at once.

You the object of my desire, where is your habitation?

I have known you from before forever.

You haunt my dreams.

You lie just outside my waking consciousness.

You have been the force, the pull, that restless hunger in me.

I am dry and barren and almost done.  I need to drink from Your spring that I may live.

I weep wanting you.  But the few tears I have left merely fall and disappear into the dust at my feet.

And my longings may very well break my heart.

But I would joyfully welcome the shattering of myself upon you that I might be pieced back together a better man.

Like a great clipper ship of old I long to crash on to your shores and be broken.

Guide me to that glorious destruction that I might be remade in You.

Baby ThiccK

They ask me what it is

That keeps me hanging round

And why no matter where I go

It’s her to where I’m bound

Now if you really want to know

You better listen quick

Can you hear my sound . . .

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s

 

She asked me  . . Do you promise to Funk, the whole funk, and nothing but the funk?

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s

 

She’s so high I can’t get over her

She’s so low I can’t get under it

She’s so wide I can’t get around her

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s

 

She said . . . This is your chance to dance your way out of your constrictions

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s

 

They used to call them groovy

They used to call them fine

Then baby got Phatt texting pictures of her behind

Some girls will

Some girls won’t

And some girls make me sick

But I can see no other girl cause . . .

Baby’s Thicck, with 2 C’s