The sun will set
And the dry gets wet...
My mind is controlled by
societies whispers - I hear...
Life
is neither...
?
CHRISTIAN HARBOR MINISTERIES...
Beliefs and hopes
know not reality...
Masked in
Gray and brown...
Tribal beats are sounding
Inside my head; echoing and pounding...
German Shepherd dogs ?
Next came the water hose...
Souls sold for
Antiquated crude...
Dawn and I dawn my caftan
With my pen in hand...
If Roses grew in Heaven
They wouldn't bear no pain...
A grand applause is what I heard
from behind a well pleated curtain...