Poems of Charles Hice
The Jesus Freak
The Jesus Freak
The Jesus Freak
eye walked to the center of the city sqaure in the middle of the city eye began to shamy belly mye tattoe was the original tattoe green my huge thing is jesus preaching on the orange crate eye stand orate my heavens business as eye dance my boots longing to go walking my eyes cryeing at the gestures and the smoking and the drinking in the crowded doorways all the homeless singing Jesus Freak the song eye told them of heavens highway how he walked there from Gethsemane eye told them he is the Rose of Sharon on the highway out of Rome you can get there on any homeless road when they refuse us service in the fast food places when they move you from the open doorways in the rain now you must go eye told them Jesus slept. Jesus slept. Charlax wept. How he walked into the nowhere to be free. Just like us just like ewe just like me we wish to be the Jesus Freak the homeless and the rich the love and the found and lost and the sick the lame and the blind and the wondering and wandering minstrails and the wayside preachers the minstrials and the outright lost and homeless Jesus freaks will find him past the city past the gates past the killing and the hate past the useful mess they made you will find the heavens gate and how my heart did flutter in my haste and how eye danced and how eye preached this homeless Jesus Freak relates took the beatings took the hate took the shame of Jesus on my face my body broken in my haste to be the orignal green belly tattoed Jesus Freak The Jesus Freak today
The Jesus Freak
eye walked to the center of the city sqaure in the middle of the city eye began to shamy belly mye tattoe was the original tattoe green my huge thing is jesus preaching on the orange crate eye stand orate my heavens business as eye dance my boots longing to go walking my eyes cryeing at the gestures and the smoking and the drinking in the crowded doorways all the homeless singing Jesus Freak the song eye told them of heavens highway how he walked there from Gethsemane eye told them he is the Rose of Sharon on the highway out of Rome you can get there on any homeless road when they refuse us service in the fast food places when they move you from the open doorways in the rain now you must go eye told them Jesus slept. Jesus slept. Charlax wept. How he walked into the nowhere to be free. Just like us just like ewe just like me we wish to be the Jesus Freak the homeless and the rich the love and the found and lost and the sick the lame and the blind and the wondering and wandering minstrails and the wayside preachers the minstrials and the outright lost and homeless Jesus freaks will find him past the city past the gates past the killing and the hate past the useful mess they made you will find the heavens gate and how my heart did flutter in my haste and how eye danced and how eye preached this homeless Jesus Freak relates took the beatings took the hate took the shame of Jesus on my face my body broken in my haste to be the orignal green belly tattoed Jesus Freak The Jesus Freak today
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The Jesus Freak
The Jesus Freak
