___4-15-02

As The Pain In This World Will Never Stop; Don't
Think There's Much Difference Between This Little
Girl and, Flower,i.e. Both Innocent and, Pure...

Little Do Any Realize Those Few Of You I Know
Not By Name Nor Person, But, I Read What Though
You,Write, It As The Pen you Use,The Thought's you

Think, Are In Your Written (Pain) In Your words___

This Little Poem Has Been Around Forever:

You tell on yourself by friends you seek
By very manner in which you speak
By way you employ your leisure time
By how you spend your dollar & dime
By the things that you wear
By Spirit in which your burdens bear
By things A which you laugh, Scoff
By records placed on your phonograp,radio,CD
By the way in which you walk
By the way of the thing's you delight to talk
By the manner in which you bear defeat
By so simple thing as how you eat
By books you choose from well filled shelf
In these ways & more you tell on yourself(s)
So, there's no paticle of sense
In an Reffort to keep up False Pretense....

As Those of you whom Respond with Kindness,As
There's No Greater Thought's In Mine Eye's, As
I Already See You Are Near As Close To Heaven__

Intricate, Simple Not so Simple As So Many Will
Go Down Literally Crawling to the End,(HolyHell) Till
You See Me,TRASK, You'll Never Know How___

Many Times You Have Been Blessed____

(God) Is So Imminent, Beyond Phenomenal, As
I Am, TRASK , (God) Only Guide's Me As
I Write, But, Really, Do Not Think, He Creates Just

As Much Pain In The Same, I Am Not Exempt___

ThankFul Those Of You In Respect As You
Really Do Know It Is Coming Faster Than You
Can Think, Truly,We Are On The Brink ___

As Near The End As Closer To Satan's Holy Hell....

TRASK c 1979 / 2002 TRASK

I Always Thank (God) For My Hands, The Brain
And, The Wit To Carry It Off, The Muscle and, Brawn to Back It Up :For This Is what Carries Me, TRASK On To The End___

For It Sure Isn't Satan' $Money$ (Greed) That Brought Me Here, It Is Crawling In My Own Blood...