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 BABYLONIAN
Mother in my dreams
Since in my teens
A few times
Her red mouth
Rhymes
With me now
Is there
Symbolism in the red lipstick
Somehow?
Still new to
The study of the bible
Liable
To question everything
Insane
With wanting more and more
To understand
This God man
Who knew Babylon
Would fall
As those after
Loving laughter
From the heavens
Above is what I love

If we're are not spirits
Without our body
But lie sleeping
Until the King's return
What did I learn
So long ago
Of angels that I've come
To know
In the eyes of
Others
That smothers the pain
Angels, spirits, the spirit
The Greatest Spirit of God
Leaves me ignorant and odd
Wanting answers I'm not getting
Befitting of worldly grace
Why I probably cry
When I face
The answers
I seek
Not meek

Make me a table
About the spirits
Of God the Father
Of Jesus the Son
Of the Holy Spirit
Of angels
Of humans
Of animals
Of the love
I feel
Person to person
That seems to flow
Invisible
To the naked eye
I thought that
Was spirit that
Did fly from
My soul
Or it seemed so
Until recently
Now kind of obsessed
To see
To understand
What happens to
The soul of man
The precious part
The child of grace
Looking for a good Father
To replace
The human one
Who let down
This woman-child
With grown up sounds
Let me let it go
So long ago

Spirit goes from
Me to someone better
Write him love letters
Many times
With rhymes
Spoken
As he's my friend
All my life
Glad to be his wife
His child
To have his peace
Give me the mild
A woman needs
O Babylon take heed
Bow down
Leave sound
Of questions sought
Naught
Let them worry
No hurry
To get the science right
With tables and grafts
You're why God laughs
Some minutes
Some days
He knows in your heart
You ways
Have burned
For him
Since a little girl
This pearl
That he would
Never hurt
But take in hand
To heart
Then kiss
My bliss
Now as an old woman
As always

Place your arms around me
Coming
Full circle you to me
Let me run to it
Faithful and free
Flowing hair
Warming care
Not afraid to bear
My thought of him
Rather worked for or whim
He vibrates in me
In spirit
As praying to hear it
What cannot be seen
Jesus Son of God
The King of Kings.


10/25/2013 0300 cj



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