We traversed a great plain
My pup and I.
Saw God’s creation
Cool fog fell from high.
We passed a dead roach
With broken heart disease.
My pup sniffed his shell
But his spirit had to leave.
We then saw a cricket
Who had passed from this place.
His body still standing
But his soul led astray.
Saw a taxi cab preacher
Just playing his part.
Got theology and coffee
But lost track of their hearts.
The flies swarm the feces
Those vile mushy mounds.
The perfect relationship
Just me and my hound.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I