Offering what I can or maybe able 2 Give,
To satisfy tastes of innocent lips,
Such thoughts spring from D heart,
Only being rejected,
Wounds This Messenger,
Offerer Cart,
When Eardrums receives n perceives,
Demands minus Alternative requests,
Are True Colors,
That Unifiably Lie,
N
Always Reside along the seashore tides,
Are
$ Hungry Eyes,
$Hungry Minds,
Allowing Holy Father 2 decide,
What flows from Sweat Of My Brow,
Not letting demands rule over what can be,
Images placed behind me instantly,
Unless Heaven says yes,
With a heart of simplistic offerings,
Being Offered @ each Juncture of time,
2
$Hungry Eyes!
$Hungry Minds!