Inaccessible protuberance
Stroketh mine aortic valve;
Submerging in earthly liquid
Except made of dirt and ground.
Floating out of mine carcass now
Not looking on behind;
Keeping mine discernment forward
None more physical time.
Alm's I shalt leaveth all
As none here art meant for me;
I died a million years ago
Tis, I'm sick of falsehood belief's.
Planet EaRtH is made of them
As exemplum is now the "norm";
I wasn't born in some hospital
I was hatched by God's adorn.
From whence I've come
I'll returneth as one;
Wherein the cherub babie's sit
In the blink of the sun.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Inaccessible protuberance
Stroketh mine aortic valve;
Submerging in earthly liquid
Except made of dirt and ground.
Floating out of mine carcass now
Not looking on behind;
Keeping mine discernment forward
None more physical time.
Alm's I shalt leaveth all
As none here art meant for me;
I died a million years ago
Tis, I'm sick of falsehood belief's.
Planet EaRtH is made of them
As exemplum is now the "norm";
I wasn't born in some hospital
I was hatched by God's adorn.
From whence I've come
I'll returneth as one;
Wherein the cherub babie's sit
In the blink of the sun.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
