Pieces of my self; in a distant flow
like broken miracles, left all-over;
find myself deep a watering hole,
in-is a can the flowers seek.

To know (to-bring), in tempest |
and forget home, while all-the-while,
doves arrive; white on winter's shore
finding truth betold, now irreconcilable
hold |

The wonder of fruitful Edens seen
barricading beasts many-like-wild;
plagues unleashed harbor as arisen
harbingers of death doom and demise.

Despising all the children's fright
dispenses atmospheres; home-to-rest
as it could awaken from this dreary;
to such a delight decanted delicately.

Into illusive-like-passing; prairie folk
wandering over green laden; with wild
so they could forget demons haunting
past moves to riches and fertile soil.

Vacant without saying, set roots down,
this lot can watch the spires built; call
it church, and strike-down those who
demolish truth with dogmatic - ways

Forgotten | and left-unmasked
Behind from within without
last-suppers; marching-
from unknown;

Forget what you know;
It's the Messiah:
Who's returned.

01/09/2010

Posted on 02/22/2010
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