some great words

"God is, even though the whole world deny him. Truth stands, even if there be no public support. It is self-sustained." -Mahatma Gandhi

Messes Of Men
I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends like a scratch across a lens, made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay, so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives, and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters I'd set my course for land, but you well understand it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass, I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
To an anchor ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel, floating forget fully along, with no need to be strong
We keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not ever coming backOh, my God! I do not exist we faithfully insistwhile watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knewIf ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You