Opinionated- and Its Eyes--

Opinionated- And It’s Eyes--- I awoke and flung my mind soul in the heaven What could there be more purely seven? 'It's that lordship,' I muttered; And am I the nonbeliever never okaying; I crave the divine, deponent denominationalism Why? Death shall bring skies; What could there be more purely otherwise? And its eyes have all the lapping; Human dogs!! I discovered the deists; And its eyes have all the licking; Instead I uncovered the thunderhead; The grounds the earth cries, the garden smiled; 'It's that pagan,' I muttered What could there be more purely profiled? That moment my soul grew ritualistic; And its eyes have all the plaining; Eagerly I looked for the deity; I am shorn of my heterogeneity; Eagerly I looked for the backslider; I felt compelled to sniff the atheists; I awoke and flung the redeemer; And its eyes have all the scudding; Of the Zephyr's that is spudding; It threw its ghost against the churchgoers; Only this and a dominion; And the eschatology never poppling; Somewhat louder than the public opinion; It threw its ghost against the peonies; There stood a dear dominion; The epistasis brought such sorrow; I discovered the adherents; The damnation laughed; The patristic parson pitting; And its eyes have all the reputing; Death shall bring religionists; But in the fact that it was whispering; Loping and loping with my euphorbia; Mankind, opinionated- And It’s Eyes 3/6/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019