While you lie on your back
And move through the scars
So careful you are
To surrender a thing
But Jesus ain't comin'
So don't waste your time
Not yours and not mine
You're only dreaming
And while you were scheming
The silver the sheets
Far above the leaves
I snuck into your scene
Don't lie there, looking
Behind your troubled walls
Wicked as they are
You're not deceiving
And if I could find your heart
I would pull it from your chest
And smash you with my fist
Til it was beating
And if there's a hole inside
Heaven in your bed
Coz the angel that you kissed
Just left you bleeding
I know it ain't easy
To keep roundin' on
When the voices in your skull
Are always screaming
Broke into your prison
And dropped the sleeping guards
Painted flowers on the bars
And snuck you out the yard
Paralysed and gleaming
With visions of new states
We're wrapped in our embrace
While we were dreaming
It is 8:30 AM Friday morning in the scream flow. It is a cold sunny morning. I still see nothing blooming around here. When will the earth turn the color green once again. My wife just left to have breakfast with one of her niece's. I leave to volunteer at the Herrick Public Library used store around 9:45 AM this morning. Once again I am covering for someone who is on vacation at the library book nook. I can read here at home or I can read at the library book nook. I can scream here or I can scream there. A silent scream.
I got up this morning around 6:38 AM. My wife was already up when I got up making devils eggs for a hospital pot luck tonight. I messed with our main computer and then wrote in my paper diary. So has gone by my morning existence.
Last night I watched television and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. Now it is another day. I have been reading this morning when not doing something else "Wild Mind: Living The Writer's Life" by Natalie Goldberg.
There is nothing pressing on my mind this morning. I do not know if I am depressed this morning. I am tired because I did not sleep soundly last night.
Well I suppose I will close to wait it out. No way of escape.
It is 2:58 PM Friday afternoon in the flow. I am having a normal day thus far. I left for the library book nook around 9:55 AM this morning. The book nook was super quiet today. I read an old issue of The Rolling Stone magazine and also read some more of the book "Bookstore: The Life and Times of Jeannette Wilson and Books & Co." by Lynne Tillman.
I brought home three used items to add to our library.
"Vargas Llosa For President" by Mario Vargas Llosa [Granta 36] A Paperback Magazine Of New Writing
"The Wooden Shepherdess" a novel by Richard Hughes
"The Song Before It Is Sung" a novel by Justin Cartwright
I got home from the book nook around 1 o'clock PM. Carol was on the phone when I got home. She went to bed this afternoon to sleep because she goes back to work tonight. I have been reading the book, "Bookstore" and now I am writing in my blogs. Existence keeps crawling by.
I should get out these commentaries on The Acts of the Apostles and to read on this Good Friday. "Therefore, being a prophet, and knowing that God had sworn with an oath to him that of the fruit of his body, according to the flesh, He would raise up the Christ to sit on his throne, he foreseeing this, spoke concerning the resurrection of the Christ, that His soul was not left in Hades, nor did His flesh see corruption. This Jesus God has raised up, of which we all witnesses" Acts 2:30-32.
"The Acts Of The Apostles" [The Pillar New Testament Commentary] by David G. Peterson
"Acts" [Baker Exegetical Commentary On The New Testament] by Darrell L. Bock
"Theology Of Luke And Acts: God's Promised Program, Realized for All Nations" by Darrell L. Bock
I am going to close to read my commentaries on Acts and wander the house. Tomorrow is a Saturday. I volunteer once again at the book nook tomorrow.