Reserved;

"o' be careful little eyes what you see...
o' be careful little ears what you hear...



  
                                          
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                                       **For the Father..."

           -old Pentecostal hymn

"Hear da children crying!
Give thanks and praise to the Lord..."
I don't feel alright.
Not tonight...
When the moon is
FULL & BRIGHT
ILLUMINATING                                                i
                                                                WHATS
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not got poetry within me...

have searched and sought,
found only dry bones
and hollow whispers

mirages to a soul that sighs.
mirages to a soul that cries...

bones that clack and clatter,
whispered words that natter
and scatter and dissipate
....at an alarming rate

my ear aches, my heart aches
and those bones, do break...
and shatter

mirages drift, mirages drift...

as i sift and seive a tired mind,

yet no poetry do i find....

I wish all of you soft-hearted, bleedin-sleeved hukkabees a merry Turkey day.
(Weeds from dirt) they say
Haha
Anyway...
Xoxo


Isreal Godrillee