Hungry Heart

ghult...guilt hard heart lessons so go only from depths are fallen nothing phonetic or alphabetic ... Did it hurt the fall or have you risen again. Spirits intermingle and I tingle what kind of jingle do I feel are you there ghult are does someone steal your identity and fantasize in your stead? In a bed of steel I fell. No arising done years passed and I was never one prison bars do a prison make mistakes are paid and feeling green seems yellow and scream in the night where is the light is the guard a passing or other mate kissing me how can it be kissing me? dam where did my soul fly in a pig sty "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change." over and over at night in my cell grasp the circle God extends across the universe the law of love is discovered and my nakedness uncovered. no thumb please only one finger on disagree Christ the Spirit Christ the Life walked with sinners all his life need so great he fulfilled no church or synagogue door hit him in the rear up there He is see the angels law of love to me by him was given not organized dribble or you to evil one go away in to hell where you belong He is freeing me from control of man or his commmand. Spirit Spirit why do you cry for love not lost no blame on you where is the circle of love in our heart in our heart it lives give me one thumb please or give me your finger ....Hell placed you here to be my ringer my bell go to hell Ho ho and away we go flight started whole heart ghult ghult ghult ghult are you there are you flying in the air. Minds are watching souls a watching devils romping ..... thumping the drums blowing the trumpet suckling the babe is given His truth so real. You are ordered by the streets of the dammed to memorize this instantly and to recite every word throughout eternity with one thumb in the air and the other up your butt ghult I bow to your significance ... you don't permit indifference. The unknown is known.. WE ARE NOT ALONE! CHRIST IS RISEN! HE IS EVERYWHERE! EVEN IN THE DEVIL's LAIR! ... go to bed ghult and arise feeling better THINGS WILL GET WORSE IN THE UNIVERSE! By HIS WILL we will survive. © William M. Sowman THIS WAS THE COMMENT I POSTED ON NELL's LAST POEM: My comment pertains to what I am doing here. There is much heartache in this writing. Many nights of suffering. And this is the method I have chosen to expose it. Bill :) P.S. I don't write to be a follower, but a leader. If I fail at that ... then I fail ... but I not let anyone lessen me by im- posing standards on my work. Bill .................................................. ************************************************************** Yes, Nell we are robots in thoughts and emotions. That is why so much poetry here at this site is interchangeable with other poems. The marching mechanical monkey squads exist everywhere. And take pleasure in trying to set up standards that do not apply to rational operations. If you put them in a sack and shake it up, each one coming out would be exactly like the next one. YOU ARE A POETIC EXCEPTION. All I have read of you shows thought and brilliance. You are not afraid to stretch your wings and attempt to break the mold in writing. I was just criticized by posting a James Joyce style of writing ... which at times seems to be no style. I will not write down to a reader. If the reader can't strive to come up and read and understand or try to understand; because I do not always write to be completrely understood, but to leave doubt in the minds and let the perceptive readers draw their own conclusions and give them something to think about. If I am dealing with a lazy intellectual readership and they do not have enough interest to expand their horizons and explore their poetic Universe .. then tough shit ... let the dead bury their dead ... you and I have worlds of poetry to conquer. You can be the Captain and I just a mate. But I assure you it will be a pleasure to travel with you. Bill Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 07:47 PM PST   0 • 1