The Lyrical Conveyance Of The Imagery Spiraling Sun Of Chaotic Profusion In New Beginnings. Giving Vision To Ever Seek The Light. Manifesting The Rising Balance On The Illuminating Rays Of Growth. All In A Dream In A Sun Mingled River To Bless My Light And Break Through The Dark Giving Truth Of My Spirit's Presence In The Afterglow To Keep Moving On And Give And Embrace Life Moving Along Like A River Song With Its Voices Together From Each Drop Of Light Cresting Inward; Hear The Songs.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Bad People a Poem by Jeremy Matthews
The care of the seed brings all wounds to bleed planted in a desperate hour of need before the seed was planted. Spirit had to grow but love wouldn't flow so men bear deeds serviceable of their own. A various nature born in capricious nature spinning to fallen easy prey with no honor to stick on attacking in the back. They press on in bloody footprints in fear of communicating with alack of what to say. Shame bears their way disdain frames the bad seeds way in its entirety. These men fall short of regenerative masculine abundance.
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