PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

among the ashes of my aged flesh

no other resemblances shall bear fruit

other than that of death

always the eventual

after all

though grimacing fronts

continue to carry clear water in their rusting

pails

still

freshly washed hands

never tire to spread

their own irrepressable good news

then enter the great, great goodness

to liken themselves

to embraced brothers

long since from the prior mortal plain

excused

that is the mission of the soul

as it fights its way through

land mines of trip wire sin

'Bespeaking Some Purpose'

I whisper to God

allow me the tools

and I indeed shall

endeavor to smile

as I charge faithfully through............

Oct 31, 2003 120pm)