Temple of Words

Speak to my standing ears, Can I burn that fire in mind Without sorrow and odium Burning theirs with might? Some say I'm full of none, No love, no passion not even lust. Some gossip of my taste and ways, Ringing bells behind me as I make my path Through the street and town I stay, That this heart of mine Is chained and sealed and Locked with a key that has Odysseyed into the bottomless pit. That my emotions are in exile; Banished from coming close to a skirt. Yes, they share no wrong in what they say But they are dead to knowing what has become of my heart. Not today, Nor yesterday, Have I trained my strength To lead those hitches of mine To their death But I couldn't, For long have tried Yet I can't, For this heart, if truth be adorned, Has made love a traitor that must be sent to peace. But now you have to heed my call All you gossips that stones. Speak to me, Can I love with this heart still mine Or dream of a hip with this terrified

www.pinterest.com I see them as they weep in sacred baskets For the thirsty gods to drink But the gods knew why they ordered baskets As the bearer of sacrificial liquid emotions

Does anyone really know What goes on inside you? You are the once erect Bin now like a trash Left in the incinerator To burn to ash. Does anyone really see the blood gush? That follows your every step The touch of pain caved within your skin? Or do they just see the smile, The rush of a dry stream Flooding the desert of your mind? Or maybe they see a rabbit; The white in heart and a perfect coat But if only they went deep; deeper Reached for the mind Uncoated the heart They would find it was a crab In the hole; A mountain not a foam A being trying to hold All the aches of the soul. But if they knew all along The decay of your root, The dust in your shelf Then you've only been a pawn On your chess board An end in your game A tear in your dress A distress in redress. No one will mock you But everybody mocks.

One day, there will be no day. Home will take us from our homes And life will kill our lives, Give us deaths or rapture us instead Till we are no more of where we are. ...................................................... I saw beer in your tears Do you plan on drinking out your fear Which remains each time your sense Comes alive again?  .......................................................... A child has a child whose father is the father of the child. A mother has a son whose father is the father of the mother. A slave has a child whose father is the master to the slave child. A mad woman has a child whose father is the man who gave her food last night. Mide Benedict

If she were a Facebook post I will never share her She will remain on a wall But what good will she be On a wall, dormant and not inspiring. (Stanza 1 is unright)                                                                                If she were a Facebook post I will share her into groups Swift like a finger clicking Likes If she were a Facebook post

image copyright   Man doesn't want to believe that there is therefore no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, who don't walk according to the flesh but according to the spirit, whereby spirit here also attests to the person of Jesus, for to believe is to not live according to the flesh. Many read the bible, which is the word of truth: they see the truth,

It's first like a thief in the night, Then it comes like a noon in the night: Suddenly, it is a heart in a silent pit That Makes you Ignorant of what lies in it: And when you do know How to get out from such It hovers; around moving

  Koh! koh! koh, I knock on the four bounds That bond the universal terrain I hatch the door of supplication; I plead, let today's sun give birth to My sun, let it shine like Eledua, the cosmos of Long succulent giant breasts That feed even the deepest part of the Earth, I pray, let my mouth not leave your breasts; Let your blessings follow me As I hatch further the door of the day. Ire o....

Let your neck be laced With my arms Like a necklace in Your mind:

Some may wish for a date with a Nurse that may never come to date Some may nurse a wish for a date that may Never come to date. Life, a face with many faces

Today has a tomorrow That keeps us from seeing The real tomorrow.

My thoughts are cold Fetch me some fire wood From the woman of the moon I heard she got the tree of memory!