A Man Called Maze Poem by James Tipp

I call to a power within yet hate myself for weakness.
I make decisions which in myself I cannot keep. I am weak and stupid unholy, unreasonable, unresponsive, uncontrollable and sometime unrecognisable. I seek for holiness but find only loneliness. I do things I despise in others, and those others despise me for them. I despise weakness yet a soggy sponge is like concrete compared to me. Placed on a pedestal by others who forget to tell you their rules so you breaking them is very easy. Yet even then there’s no excuse for look how easy you break your own. How weak you are, yet some see you as a tower of strength leading some to God and pushing some into hell. You complex person, your name should be Maze for some find their way through you and others become hopelessly lost.

J Tipp 1970