Maybe the poetry will open doors for me, visions the blind can see are
simply mysteries, where I need to be, see thru the glass clearly,
friend, bro or enemy, chop down the cherry tree, it is no lie you see,
much more is meant to be.....
I won’t waste my time thinking about complicated strategies to reclaim
my individual sovereignty, Life is the place where there is supposed to
be freedom from stealth, strife and poverty, give to the church and in
God believe and he’s got you see, but the saved keep dying, the poor
keep trying and that’s odd to me, if heaven is better and it’s got to
be, real peace is in death, so it’s not to grieve…I could go today, but
life’s stopping me, call the doctor please…..
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