The Book the Wizaed Wrote Part Five
But you cant keep this book intact its not allowed
your soul will not bear it
do you keep all the prophecies to be a part of the truth
do you tear out the love and find just the directions to eternal youth\
do you keep the satanic metaphors to reveal the author had a horrible soul
this test upon humanity is sitting by the riverside
Love for sale in western mail
Love for sale in western mail
Watching it all go down is given to every woman child mother father adult
and then you create how its passed down to the future but its never whole
one day I will write this book and you will all dream
Pushing the limits
So many nights crying
The limits that limits that change
About its entirety
go from house to house
to read the book
with pages missing to compare it to yours
to fathom family legacies and opinions
Born to please
to try to understand the truth of oppression and decisions and accuracy and
creativity
and in this book I will write stories and I will write traditions and I will write games
and I will write sanities and insanities
but what you keep and what you throw away
stay away from the river man
The water is cold
Don’t ever set me free
Born to dream
Of those days of warm rays
No one has a clue
You’re safe when they hear me
But they’re gonna clue in
When they see the sneak
They clueing in
All their strength not to fall apart
Satellite secret moments shadowed in the heat of the afternoon
To the holiday
They will always want by their side
they’re cluing into the bird lady
Doing things my way
they’re cluing in to little miss daisy
is another test
another dream another curse
another prayer of metaphor
another chain
of soft spoken words
to never have answered
something this generation had that memory can only answer
and the death wish of not cooperating leave you upon a grave of cand’lit flames
and hells passed on to legacies of hell the arch angels tell you to tear down
walls to cripple you all
Everywhere
Everything blue eyes
Unbelievable ways
Sky of white stars exotic
Magical times
Broken faith makes me
your new book of god
And I’m running out of here
Or no way at all
Running out of here
BROKEN FAITH
makes me
YOUR NEW BOOK OF GOD
And I’m running out of here
And I’m running out of here
Come to the reason
You really got me
I wasn’t fake
come to the light
back to the middle
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
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