And please, my Lord, I beg Thee, heal

The pain in one and all,

Which I in my confusion caused.

Please hear this sinner's call.

I did not mean to harm a soul,

But to my endless rue,

So much frustration, anger, hurt

I managed, still, to do

O I was wrong s…

And one day, I will find the way,

The strength to tell my spouse,

And hope to Heaven I won't lose

My love, my kids, my house,

My inner peace; that I'll retain

My home, and if I may,

I'll ask for their consent to love

In my own natural way.

So yes, this …

I have so much, so very much

My frame can't hold it all

I'll burst if I attempt to keep

Its mass behind a wall.

I feel so guilty! I have failed

To keep the borders free

Of raging feelings, now and then--

But then, they lied to me.

They kept me from the…

No more can I control the way

I love, the quality

Of my affection, nor the strength--

Heart listens not to me.

It's true to some extent that I

Can choose how to respond

When feelings grow, until they reach

To limits, and beyond

The lines that I consider…

But no, my heart just wouldn't die,

It loved, though I ignored

Its every message, every urge

Shut down across the board.

In spite of my refusal

To allow my heart to thrive,

Love was undaunted. Finally,

I heard: "I am alive!"

And is it wrong to feel, I a…

The progress bar moves slowly still

Do not unplug your unit,

I rub my temples wearily

I know I can't assume it

Will really work. I doubt the flaw

Was ever in the OS.

My heart has always burst with love

Though I was e'er the slowest

At finding anyone to …

That's all the standard user needs--

The office suite for home,

With other users disallowed,

Not recognized--they use their own,

And I'll use mine. That's how it's done

No jail-breaking here!

No one would dare suggest a change

The cor'p'rate rules are cl…

Hi. After storm and stress, I find

I can't do much right now

But wag my cursor back and forth

And watch the progress bar.

The screen's still in a foreign tongue:

I have to guess its meaning,

But hopefully my mind will work

After repair and cleaning.

My …

And now, like a spirit, your voice rings once more


How confusing to put them together:


Your voice, and your words, I could never expect


You would speak this way to me. Can we reconnect?


With the return of hot, muggy weather


Comes a new conversation. …

You were so sure I'd wronged you, you'd made me believe

It was surely my fault; but then, how?


All the pages grew soggy and limp with the turning;


There were so many leads, but they all left me burning,


But the smoke didn't spell out an answer; well, n…

I never understood what I'd done that was wrong,


Why you exiled me thus from my life.

Was it something I did? Was it something I said?

I strapped me to a table, I taped still my head


Underneath the hot lights. I was cut with a knife


But my brain wouldn…