January 30, 2007

  • I hope that you are safe
       can feel my prayers, comrade...
    You chose to equate
       the lies with hypocritical alibis...
    Lieing to yourself, Sir...is a Godly
      given choice, that you have chosen
    Time and time again...
     and he is not mine nor the bottomed
    Line that has to be crossed in confused
      crossroaded directions...and
    I shouldn't be caring that much about
      anyone, right now...especially a friend
    Like you...whose knows the value that
      cracked, black pepper has on life...and
    Freewill of hear, here and hereafter...baptised, Baptist
      sliced and diced feelings and fillings
    Of coursely, ground, yellow Grits...brought
      home via, a damn Deep Run, gapped, Grubbed path...
    Swallowed down with "pot lick her" lick her or liquor
      whatever...your palate should or would, be...on a New
    Years Day, kissed in, on the Eve of  black-eyed-peas...
      and hung over with one "I" wide open
    and wanting only to please...and "I" wish
     Eyes could puke it all
    right out of the gist of me...

Comments (2)

  • Very intense Dottie, I hope you are doing well.

    Chris

  • Hi, it's me, Twoberry, just checking out the links in my latest blog, to see if they work for visitors, and also to see if my old friends are still around.   Hoping you're well and happy.

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