contemplating the brokenness of a life that resembles a plate of vomited up pizza a family that could sustain a full episode of Jerry Springer a dream that was swallowed up in the quicksand of someone else's dream a love life where the same person is always elimidated the mistake, wrong decision, mess up right before the "right" one comes along God who is the chef that left this kitchen a mess? my hands are bound to my side and my feet are paralyzed leaving me to wonder... how can i love a God that seems deaf and dumb to my cries and the cries of those who cannot yet articulate a whisper come justice come come Jesus come. | 
