It's a Poem, Or Just Poetry, In Motion
from dusk 'til dawn Thoughts Mem'woirs
Are they rambling's
or are they Full of Grace in Ex-cess ...
well, never mined
come, let's go to the place of the soul
longing for the space of the...
truth in man's own grace
Places, Yet divine unchallenged
yet educated --- still yet ne`it, will it be
just a place : mined
digin' a ditch, just passin' the time
years go by-e Why ???
peace,
thought's say
'til morning cum's
lets still yet to light the night sky
be it in the place of heaven's Standing Grace
well.... Why ???
Unsettling, are nerves divine, yet the place
awake AWAKE !?! say it Twice w/grace.
she's a person, a place in side the soul of man
not one gender, but both do play this game
truth I dare u dear, hear my now
Why ??? !
1 more time
does pass away
place grace in the space
of soul passing lite, still bright
not dim-ed as some dis- posed of good's
place, still yet emfices on mined
soul grace thought came in mineded
pleasure, yet louding, or crowding over
open up sweet gracious tasting honey
of the lip's a tastie treat - good touch
your's mine-d cum-ming song soon
swoom like a pheasent
swimming swan on the pond
light did shine, rabbit's skins, shedded
lite, write. WHY ???
the pen
has poised
still, death do us part
well
deep as a well
that 1 drinks from
cool is the water, moist wet sweet
dripping clean
Motion ....
By Torch Bearer, Tues. 3-12-2002 - 06:38:17 AM
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