"adoni" poems
Get the spirit of science, robot
The painting eating kissing teaching Park
Silver & legs to the canticle is from the
contribution to the diaphragm; A bunch of free
of sand, & the prophet, & brought him
to w/ in her ******* the language of the rabble?
in Latin, however, the knowledge of the ability
of the power of the gods in the track club cops
care; looking for wood of the table itself
But in the mirror on the bed Forty-plastic letters
Lakes turning away from the center of the top;
buried by the beginning of the new ****
he fell to listen to the voice from the NGO's
When flies were dancing w/ burning eyes,
so gun-sight & both its nature equipment
will be cut off at the knees; Remember my story
It is written in back of the dragon that loves Glory;
the corporate life it can be the best of smoke
To have the mind of a pretext for their home
to paradise, to change of teeth, & begin:
Earth to need a cool blond child to read
holding flames, understand abstract;
Glory to the bottom lay the empty gun's
skinny ****
He caught wind Bob Christian, Adios,
broken vigilance sought by Einstein
J's daughters' simulated bounce
The skin until the end of Bettie
Then, the mysteries of the House of leather
Garth inspired state Ephraim was held & Kissed
Mad floors language barrier as at 5, high blood
Adoni'jah's six villages; A fool also be used
for developing a speech, mindful of the message
& the heat from the sun, the stranger spoke
of P. & Woolf lived for sports Friday & walked through
the wilderness, he began to to ask for, to put him
with garments and blessed is he, Love was
a weapon in the shadows but the hot drink is
To receive a ghost; The light open in the middle
Wide took it to a table in the Libyan day to day,
1 for the first time; He turned the sea into the right side
of the enemy; claiming pretty mountains; number
of years of starvation; half of the Jews: but the real
point early in the morning is 1 Fowler Robert Kiyosaki,
consort to the Queen of Drugs
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
Surrounded by the dark,
Enclosed from your heart
The warmth of friendship escapes me.
Your rod and your staff-
They do not comfort me.
I feel the your gift,
The weight of your eternal breath,
It falls upon my chest as I fall,
Fall low,
Down to the ground,
No longer a soft forest floor,
But the hard and grainy
Asphalt
Of reality.
What once comforted
Now feels numb:
The pressure of your rod
Of your staff
Of the Tree of Life,
They fall upon me.
The breath you have given
My eternal soul,
It feels like
A constant
Morning Breath.
The pain of once
Seems morphed into
The torment of eternity.
What started
As mere scratches
Has grown large,
Slicing through my now paleing skin,
Leaving the rivlets of blood
Which I so desire.
God,
Adoni,
Ha-Shem,
Eternal One,
Whatever your name may be,
Whatever name you may go by,
Your gift feels a curse.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
Adoni Fly away with me,
Let's meet in the summer sky,
Like flowers in the ocean we'll swing to and fro
Like worms in the dirt we'll wingle and grow,
Adoni my Raffa oh how sweet your sounds,
Lullaby's and trances of beauty that swells,
Make these fears fall to the floor
Hoping and praying no one is near
Just for today forever I hope
To live in your wonderous joy and peace free from the pain the shallowness and grief
Adoni, oh Adoni come fly with me
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC