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More than a hindered of them in colorful suits gathers in a room
Contemplating the replacement of an icon that has left us too soon the body did not get enough time to cool and there they are
casting lot over his dead body that lies still in the tomb
I am still figuring out how he died, when he has made so much sacrifice with my face buried in the soil I held my stomach and cry.
There was not even a semblance of dignity for his reign in the Vatican city, you have your design of what his replacement should be without understanding the architect of the world and what it beholds.
Throw back your head and look at the painting of the Sistine chapel above you and you will see Micheal Angelo gift to pope Julius the conception of the world before we were call boys and girls, man was naked in his form before the break of Dawm and out of this shape man and woman made appointment for the first date.
If you can see beyond the ceiling you will know that church is about spiritual healing and the sacrifice of the world was made by men women boys and girls and so the appointee one should understand the gender of the land place the love of humanity over all other priorities.
I can see two cardinals in the tree that have studied the world in various degree, the understand the people in it and the religions that comes with it; you will dismiss all the cardinals from the chapel by noon except for those two that will pray for spiritual discernment an and altar boy and a alter girl and a middle age woman will join with them evening and just that small group will make the selection before the break of the day.
Come and break bread with me and I will serve you a cup of tea
Wear something simple and comfortable for we will not ascend in the heavens, the universe has work to do and it is looking for people like me and you, so let’s begin before the day is through.
Plant wisdom in your head and walk with courage in your feet and the architect of the divine will make selection complete.
the creation tells a vivid story kind was born naked in their form with blood dripping at their feet.
Pennilessness shadows black
unemployment endless track
rails tie-er less lee when dumbly staring
overdrawn account issues
another clattering smack.
Income pleat undergraduate degree
contributed to the role of a sporadic employee
time to acquire handy dandy blues clues key
lost within vacillating undermining spree.
Mental state can be a precarious widget-like thing
directly at the whim of financial sliding swing
self-destruction demonic ring
courtesy of pauperism
delivers the destructive poisoned scorpion sting.
Immortal force of please hear my cry
provide support while
under the sheltering sky
steady (just out of reach)
sought income bolster up high
mirage vision brings transient delight
to this great (former
Civil War Yankee) supreme guy.
If no breakthrough I do not foresee
charity not for profit (but only prophet) I will bee
and this blurb carved outside my cave-like hovel
many moons and break of the day find me
imploring existential vagaries this baby boomer
sans middle-aged man who hankers to be free
thus though aye to be a schnorrer
who scrounges parking lots for scattered change
yet...decries blubbering the beggar's credo
write out a check and mail to me.
Philanthropic persons
may rightfully balk and get irate
at such brazen plea to squelch
ma pecuniary financial state
yet where the crossroads of mine future
most likely crop up which
would cause far a tete a tete
meanwhile, stoicism bids me wait...
For Godot, Curly, Shemp, or Moe
the stand-in for a Stool Pigeon
or even an odd antagonist
or protagonist dreampt
by Edgar Allan Poe.
I sat at the shore at the
Break of the day. When the,
Sun steals from the vast curtain of nature,
Peeping through human infrastructures.
When I saw,a lamb beyond the transculent
sea,
Measuring the path of the pompous forest,
Chewing cud in it mouth,It's mother did flee,
Or perhaps left it to self-will. In Earnest,
It leaps as It's joy bears it,carressing,
The root of the hung trees,seducing
The attention of the indifferent wind.
It paced indifferently dogging the wind.
It rises and lays as his eyes ordered him,
Made fun of the bugs,a-feared the lices,
Trampled on It's meal; filled to stupour is it.
Then in a glance,
Like the switch of bewitched time.
Destruction tottered toward it's axis;
A large Lion emerged from the deepest
forest,
(Twas noon, closest to the lamb's rest)
Conspicous and bogus,
Lifted beyond the earth,fiercer than the
octopus.
Without ears,undaunted like the rock.
The forest echoed the rhythm of his noise.
The lamb could perceive an ill omen;
For all nature refused to say to it's prayer
"Amen".
Closer,closer,it edged toward it,
Desirous tongue and famished teeths,
Eyes sculped in anger,Jaws sketched for
blood,
Stomach widened at pace,intestine be the
gourd.
The lamb realised sooner but late,
Overtaken by fear,the lion would have his
take.
"When he comes,Give to whom honour is
due"
It's mother had said. Heart willing,limbs
refused.
It's shadow made it fall thrice,
Teeth greeting it before it rise.
Thus,the Lion swathed in fury,
Bated by ill-will,made an ill-story.
'What would it do with it's corpse,' I'd
thought.
Before I remembered,It's already dusk.
Another howl shriek from beneath afar,
An howl swallowing it's noise,breaking the
bar!
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Sleeping below the clear sky,
On the soft green grass matress;
A childhood dream not too far
Relieves me of all my stress....
Climbing high mountains
before the break of the day
Amidst the stillness and silence around,
Is an inner excitement that makes you stay,
Longer and even longer to finally get to see
The scenic beauty of the Dawn, surreal for one to believe.
That Childhood Dream since then
rings in my head again and again.
On a gloomy rainy afternoon,
I look out of my window all of a sudden
I see a bright light emerging
tearing the clouds apart.
That Sun Ray brings back my hope
at all tough times of my life
Even though it's a dream
Its display of courage is extreme.....