Young in flowing gowns
a Golden Staircas* descending down
Edward Burne-Jones pre-raphaelite
with a enchanted dream of delectale delight
Adventures in paradise,
Upon hillsides paved in stone
mysterious moments lie
freed from pretense
and the heckle of the bird
skinny dipping in the sea
making love
naked
in, a wave of you
out, a rush of me
caffè per due
hands grasping hands
hearts singing in the key of b
playing more than a part
sipping a little after three
beauty emerging,
it's all these blues can breathe
sparkles shimmering
a night's dream
holding tight in the supine
a million stars
a trail of lights
leading to home
not too far off in the distance
the fires burn
eyes water
sheding off barriers
fading into the sea
Who loves this fool ignoramus?
Even Time says t-rump is not famous
He must be a commie
Since he's brought us a tsunami
Of toxins that stem from his anus
First of all, Grandma left us.
Now Grandma’s gone to be with the Lord
But thank God I know better.
O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?
I could pour out all the questions
But thank God, I know better.
It’s just a playback of the same old
Why You? Why Now? Why Lord?
Sufficient whys till infinite eternity
But thank God I know better.
Thank God I know better
That in Christ, it’s never goodbye
See You Later Grandma.
@SEPTEMBER 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
There within that meadow
beneath that weeping willow
came to me, my love --
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
there within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and the willow cried
"what soul once chained
-- NOW FREE!"
:: 04-03-2014 ::
Rev: 09-24-2017 ::