For Mercy, For Truth
The motto: For Mercy. For Truth. &In Jesus
A quick dart swings
the length of the room
The bull’s eye had been
hit as viewed
He walked up to her,
saying, I love the wave
about your hair”
she said, ” I get out of bed this way”
He said, ” I’d also like to awake there”
She smiled,
with 214-6969
across her sealed lips.
“I feel like we haven’t really connected in a while”
she says
The boys,
the boys are familiar with this tale
how it begins and builds.
she wants to know
how i painted the masterpiece
how i felt about each choice
the thoughts that flooded
She wants to know
how it all went down
with words,
then touch,
so that our worlds
will intertwine as such
To know my masterpiece
is to be clasped hand in hand
absent of sound
as all at once,
I gather the letters
to unravel each moment,
sentence by sentence
Right here in our solace
But I sit
beverage befriending
with the beginnings of a smile
As I want to touch,
to intertwine our worlds
as such,
and then out flows the words.
As she speaks on.
if beethoven was inserted to our time,
his masterpieces would be reduced
to a few hooks just to shine.
Gone are textures of pianissimo,
the captivating crescendo,
Replaced with lyrics of braggadocio
Einstein’s E=MC2,
would be presented by bikini models
because afterall, less is more anywhere
In our time,
we eat today,
for the morrow,
we might lose all vim
Our time is smart, zany, fleeting, and beauteous,
yet insatiably lecherous.
Much perspiration
Over an expectation
One can’t anticipate
Yields
illusional perspectives
fields
dillusional operatives
But know that
In that very depth
lies the reality
that you are not inept
and in that, you are filled with serenity.
Evergreen,
Ever seen,
is the echo of a new dawn
There’s a shaking,
Roots are rattling,
As your body prattles
about the touch that comes,
come sun down
Oh, oh, prattle on, prattle on,
Sashay love, sashay on.
There’s a quiver,
when the thought of a lip
brings you to a sweet whisper
It’s in those jimmy shoes,
and quick taps of your toes
Pray, tell, the one who knows
how to hasten sun down
ooooh, ooh prattle on, prattle on,
Sashay love, sashay on.
Darling, by the gazelles,
by the deers,
by your chattering fawn,
don’t awaken love,
till its ready for the dance, that will come
come sun down.
I have seen somethings under the sun
and they baffle everyone born;
The way in which one says nothing,
but all in the same breathe reveals everything,
The way an emotion at the start,
can elate or deflate the heart
And of course,
Moving pictures!
Even Warhol’s structures
never had this many dimensions!
Four curved things come together in unision,
In synergy, they are one,
A fifth moves like electricity
calibrating to the oscillating chemistry
Left wall
to the right one
scents beheld at its microscopic
sights seen with a lick
A bite resonates,
as a move culmanates
The front door said to the back door
“you are nothing more than a gateway to the backyard”
The back door retorted,
“you are nothing more than a gateway to the frontyard”
The yard’s rebuttal was,
“this is my land, BITCHES”
A bulimic tree
without any of its known leprosy
A bare ground
whose corpse is left naked bound
The usual stars
that clothe the angel
are missing from here
It’s february
The polar bears are sleep deprived
Fall was slightly ornery
but we’ll go apple picking in april.
There is one dream
that is all agleam
And all are about it
but in this meet,
All get to win
All strike it rich,
and it is the grand find
The find is love.
Ask john also about this;
concerning it, he wrote.
True story bro.
You are youer
than any other human.
You, can be measurably metaphoric,
wrapped with a simile
projected purely in an oxymoron,
presenting a few flashes of irony
but always, always,
you personified
For you,
breathe in technicolor
and leave those
traces, that one can tour
