| Of cut and paste monsters |

I've been pondering and mulling over the idea of monstrosity lately. We're all a little bit like monsters at times; we all have some truly disfigured and disformed monstrous internal qualities about us. In my last blog I wrote a poem that - for me - was a representation of the process of redemption, from creation to monstrosity to new creation. Then today as I was playing around on my guitar, I found an old song that I'd written in August 2008. It's entitled Paper and Glue.

It's really about the shape that this monstrosity takes in my life. While it may be frail and fragile, it is a cut and paste composition of an internal suffering. So before you read it and think that I'm suicidal or depressed, I'm not. I'm just really intrigued by the idea of sin and how it takes so many shapes in our lives. For me, I recognize it, see it, hear it, and despise it. For others it is a skulking stalking shadowy figure that hides in the deep caverns of the heart.

Paper and Glue - Steve Coupland, August 27 2008

Break my skin, make me bleed

I need this, I need to concede to

Suffering, and selflessness

A lessened me means a greater you

Refrain

For underneath this fragment of skin

Dwells a monster made of paper and glue

A construct, a masterpiece

Ever-growing, and ever-hungry too

And this monster simply subjects me

Muddles my memory, and makes my heart unglue

And my morality faces fatality

I’m no more a servant, but a slave to paper and glue

Bridge

Is there hope for me?

Can I overcome?

With claws dug in so deeply

Can we find a way

For me to escape?

Oh take all of me, take its place

So break my skin, make me bleed

Begin the purging that I so desperately need

Then take up scissors, dig them in deeply

No remorse for paper, no sympathy for glue