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Brother Jimmy Apr 2017
We're here, at "tomorrow",
Brother, my brother,
Oh sorrow, oh sorrow,
One orthodoxy for another...

When it comes to worry,
You need a reprieve,
And maybe, just maybe
A place to grieve?

Much like you
I didn’t know him
I didn’t show him
How I feel...

But to him, truth
Was absolute,
And his force of will
Was resolute.

The intercessor,
Heaven bless her,
Keep her, sweep her,
I am lesser.

Do I think there’s more?  
Well, just a smidgen…
Avoiding confrontation
THAT’S my religion

Not sure I can say it smooth
Prove true or false? It can't be done.
Inviting bridge or gun, forsooth,
And hence the proof becomes less fun

We need comfort, health, and grace,
We need to wake and clean our space,
We need healing, let's not delay,
A fresh reminder that we're okay
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Let's talk more, m'kay?
Brother Jimmy Apr 2017
I await your return and long for your embrace so
Have you received the messages I’ve sent you?
I was conversing with you only moments ago,
But still I cannot reach you.
     Are tests what you teach to?

Come to us, please, come on down,
See the pain and anguish in so many faces
Remember the last time you visited this town?
On the ceilings there are still  some scorched & faded traces
     Of the fire, once extant in these windblown faces
Brother Jimmy Mar 2017
This mask is weighing heavy on my shoulders
(And a witch doctor's countenance does anything but soothe)
I, alone, watch over the tribe
I, alone, teach them truth

Instilling the proper methods in my small clan
But... as soon as I bring them to tears,
I'll try to give them some respite
I do what I can to quell their fears

I'll peak out
From behind my mask
And wink and smile
And sip from my flask

Then...when
I've done it again
I'll send them all forth
These mighty men

And dance and cavort
Around my fire
With a shout and a snort
I'll lift them higher

Than they could have ever lifted themselves
And when we reach the day's demise
I'll place my garb upon my shelves
And lift my countenance to the skies

And feel the satisfaction
Of the Favor of the Power
And gaze with benefaction
At my people, from this tower

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Brother Jimmy Mar 2017
You
~
Gingerly walking on the ceiling
This place is wrong-way-round
And I can't help this feeling
That my logic isn't sound
The older I get, the less I know,
My perceptions,
You
Confound
.
Brother Jimmy Feb 2017
Studiously learning what’s in the Mazatlán,
They caught each other’s eye as she sat in a corner booth,
The gleam he saw aglow there, he began to dwell upon,
The radiance of her countenance was akin to light and truth

He joked and mugged and walked a wire,
She gestured, and, the flames grew higher,
She told him of her man betrothed,
He shuddered but appeared unmoved.

But growing way down, deep inside him,
There welled a thirst, so powerfully pure,
He tried to bury it, to push it down,
But drawing him, pulling him, her enticing allure,

They stood calf-deep near Ontario’s shore
The moon smiled down and charged their glow
She’d lower her eyes and his heart would soar
That moon knew things that she didn’t know

For he whispered to the moon his heart’s desire
That this fair maiden would one day be his,
And the mother of the fates was summoned by wire
And soon, on the island, it was sealed with a kiss!

And she changed her destiny and his heart leapt for joy!
She could not have known how happy she made him;
There were fireworks and magic for that unseasoned boy
He was glad his thirsty thoughts had betrayed him

Fast forward five years, to a kneeler on the altar
A bond was forged there - which never will falter
And darling new creatures now fill their book
And he is even more smitten than at that first look
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