like a burqua, women
wrapped around his
demeanor, rebels.  he
gave the *******
saying, grass is always
greener in the summer
time.  the sun spurned
this long black Friday.

rabid speculation
death for bethel’s children.
hands, mouth, feet, iron-
fettered & bounded.  parents
blamed it on one horrid
baby boy.  he groomed,
bewitched, excelled, beguiled,
erectly sprouting forth.

mother took for granted
forever will i am:  we
miss your energy running
the streets like ******,
fool?  false.  for they said
you lost your mind,
possessed by beelzeboul.
a ****, tortured soul.

he was not fake,
& never phoney,
“sham you!” they screamed:
later paying homage.
quiet remains, but
i confess YHWV
when beloved left
they penned his fairy tale


fits of covert passion  
tempered as women, wait
outside the synagogue -
he debated with the
rabbi so every thing changed.
God’s voice betwixt his lips,
for ever sealed & raised
above the people.

wandered off sheep miss,
guided from the path when
fell the night suddenly
en-lightened by sudden
incantations evoked from
a man with lighted face
jude, twinned, grew in skills
& oratory spells mastered.

mother took for granted
forever will i am:  
we miss your energy
running the streets like ******,
fool?  false.  for they said
you lost your mind
possessed by Beelzeboul.
a ****, tortured soul.

he was not fake,
& never phoney,
“sham you!” they screamed:
later paying homage.
quiet remains, but
i confess YHWV
when beloved left
they penned his fairy tale