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he wrote
with just a hint of
'His Suffocation's Bruising'
and a glorious death dive
of retorts
his golden words
delivered
belying a spirit frenzy
beneath
that leashed vehicle
of flesh
he has been given
I can well understand
enjoy the journey
though
I whispered
to his page
as I steadily read on
I thought of a tense lion
pacing a large imposing cage
and a wee smile
teased at the corners of my lips
for at least that lion is alive
I softly quipped
had he been left to his jungles
savage poachers might have
had his carcass thus
staked up and transported
across illegal borders
to be divvied up
to even more eager thieves
to sell in parts
to blacker markets
days away
garnering much profit
but further depleting
the range beauty
of the free roaming lion
shorted dear sir
you have not been
you are living the life
for whatever the reason
God meant for you to live
come that one particular
cross path you so long to
happen upon
the detour or side road
you have yet to locate
that will lead you
to your such said beloved
it will come
your faith tells you so
this poem you wrote
was just you weaving beauty
from the variables
you currently must juggle
for a yet known duration
all will be well
God knows your heart's hell
and your reward
ever arrives
in packages of love
all calling cards
to a future of truth
you cannot deny
is nearer than
even that caged lion
himself, realizes................
(Aug. 25, 2011 1037pm)