Short Futher Poems

a yellowpage picasso somwhere 
 between 
 mullberry and mullenhauser.
 
 daydream chatter creats cityscapes
with crystal raindrops falling from bent
 and wrinkeled page corners.

 futher down the colloms between
 meeks and myer robots sit in a cafe
 eating fried rice with chopsticks 
and talking about the whether....

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My thoughts comes curiously, 
My lips speaks freely, 
My body's a temple holding guilt & worries, 
My eyes witness truth and my ears clearly hears.  

My hands help others, 
My feet will continue to walk futher, 
My sharp tounge prays daily, 
and my knees bow geniunely. 

My mind's always growing, 
so still now, my job's to keep showing, 
The man I was made to be,
God's radiance ever emitting out of me....

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