I’m thinking about posting a poem every Tuesday. I’ve got it on my task list, so we’ll see. \ud83d\ude42 If any of you reading this would enjoy that, maybe put that on the Facebook post or email me at john@ichthusmhk.org…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway, here’s another poem about OCD, along with the original post describing this<\/a> in my life and also this one<\/a> from last week. I told you it was a frequent theme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Don’t read the rest of this paragraph if you don’t want the key\/”twist” of the poem given to you before you read it. (I, for one, need all the help I can get when I’m reading someone’s poem, but some of y’all like to try to figure these things out.)<\/em> Anyway, I mentioned something to someone about having “three letters” connected with my life (O-C-D) and then the thought came to me of them being three actual letters, like the kind you get in the mail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So that’s this one! I thought it was sorta clever haha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I haven’t been loving the poor quality of my screen shots, so I’m going to see if this looks any better. MY DEVILISH PEN PAL<\/strong> the first was like a bomb the second was a sequel the third was more a summ\u2019ry these letters like this cosmos sphere I’m thinking about posting a poem every Tuesday. I’ve got it on my task list, so we’ll see. \ud83d\ude42 If any of you reading this would enjoy that, maybe put that on the Facebook post or email me at john@ichthusmhk.org… Anyway, here’s another poem about OCD, along with the original post describing this in my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-232","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/232","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=232"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/232\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":235,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/232\/revisions\/235"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=232"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=232"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=232"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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I found three letters in my tent
none of them were sweet and light
and I have so many questions
\u2018bout and with this edge of night<\/p>\n\n\n\n
shooting flames of fear and guilt
demanding that I give account
demanding that I will<\/p>\n\n\n\n
like unto the fore
and this one called for action
lest I never feel secure<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and a judgment of malaise
and I s\u2019pose even a hinge of hope
if a lens would change my ways<\/p>\n\n\n\n
stab my heel and beat my mind
must I read them \u2018til the dawning day
I s\u2019pose I must unless I\u2019m blind<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"