Calvin Berg

Knowledge of God
He knows that I am (not) a Gnostic
He knows that I am (not) Agnostic?
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I sit here, alone
Crying, dying
Listening to the notes
Save me
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In loving arms, am I to sleep
Or am I doomed to cry?
Will your hand lift me up
Or crush me down to die?
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This is it; really the end.
This strange farce is done.
The friendship is over
But is it really?
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On a warm sunny day
North of the States
A confident wonder
Of the arthropod race.
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I love her, I hate her
She's wicked, divine
With and without
At the same time
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I sit here, standing
Grounded, flying.

My words freeze from my lips
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Many times the words put down
The words that I have said.
Many times, they are for her
Forgiven, but not instead.
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It's a new year, a different time
It's a new poem, a different rhyme
The new spin, a different fall
The new hurt, a different call.
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What is a new year?
A chance to fly? A chance to fall?
A new year replaces the old
But the wheel, for us, ne'er turns anew.
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There He lies, a season's curse
Omnipresent, ne'er blinking
In cold and hot, it matters not
Not death, it's He who claims us first.
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And so the road goes ever on
A winding road to walk upon
With many trials up ahead
Which one of us would dare to tread?
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I close my eyes to sleep, to dream
Another day gone, another night coming
As my breathing slows, so too does my heart
But something is different
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A prayer for the living
A prayer for the dying
A prayer for those deceased
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Daredevils do
Daredevils die
And those who dare we chide
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Two completely different worlds
Completely different altitudes
Completely different lives
Completely different attitudes
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In darkest darkness have I slept
And dreams of evil have I dreamed
St. Peter, the gate has kept
Closed and barred for me it seems.
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