Sunday, March 25, 2012

SPIRITUAL RAPPORT




Coincidence
Said the word man to his muse
Humanoid abuse
Terminal bad fuse
He thirsts for something more
New unopened door
Spiritual rapport
Subcutaneous fissures
Run deeply through his soul
Borne from sacred rock and roll
A gift to you
His words
The wisdom he has gained
Thundering pain
Short circuit brain
So delicate
Yet he doesn’t give a shit
No need to analyze it
Quiet retrospect
Lark of adolescence
Dance through blacked out segments
Purged evil regiments
Cache of patience
Fleeting
His glass
Always half full
Yet he only tastes the bile
Melancholy smile
Errantly painted
Vacant for awhile

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2012

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If I flow it Will you read it? Will you feel it As I bleed it? Because you see I need it To justify my trip My words A pointed tip Dipped in sacred blood Precursor To the coming flood A gift from God My KING A beautiful thing To serve His higher cause I'm not seeking vain applause Simply Clarity For this lost world to see His grace Sweet charity Unconditional love And peace My ultimate release SELAH……. (C) Bill Grimes Jr. 2012

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