I Dreamt of God

Sweats and colds 
Screams to the last lung 
Mucus to the last drips 
Philosophy of a Wiseman
Prayer to the last pray 
A miracle of a third mercy 

I dreamt of God!
Speaking last words of a last dream 
Passion of a last Christ 
Descendants of a last angel 
Last night of a last ‘mare 
Yesterday’s dreams  
Appearance of a beautiful impression 
A heaven’s hands ‘...Say, I can perform miracles’
Let the blind say I can see

I dreamt of God!
A lost man of his last sin
Impounded by wilderness and sickies
And “God was first to cry when he was born”
And women was last to cry when he passed on
No Babies
No birthing  
No Passion 
No Loving
Oh! Jerusalem of last Judges
A stolen holy ghost of a last spirit

I dreamt of God! 

Amen!  
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CHAPETR 1: POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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