by Nicole 11/23/12
roaming through the valley, ah trouble, hurts beneath the tart chains of hell. well, drop it all here. narrow. grass no more on the path, only a step of dirtiness in the mist. get the gist, unlisted number? fumble the ball, then call. rotary dials replaced by touch-crackling glass, glimmering in the sun. pun. oh, such fun. plenty of does the low go.
broken on the arrow from down sands noon, dune. ruin, skipping hearts running. brains in the skull oh, a lull. ice, the choice of watering a friend? begin. the pattering of a leaky ceiling, rain on the window, feeling the drips into the buckets. fumes beyond every known smell. danger lurking with every jerking . . . landlord’s unintelligent choice made by folly.
letter writing in the few. finding who? will listen from the pew to the new sofa’s daylight – away! ink smeared with the roof’s command preservation repercussions distrust. failing into the dark, stark recollections of being followed; perhaps tailed. ever nailed, blood still lives for you than me. Jesus mainly at a destiny – Calvary.
some beautiful poetry, here, there, oh, oh, oh, where can i get more? only in the wind. Holy Spirit’s flowing now, listening to the motion of soul – spirit colliding with the truth. getting faster at the start. art. depart for the part of the path with no mercy? nah, live with Him. Jesus, the Eternal Friend. Amen.