Why Don't I,TRASK Write Much Romantic Poetry,Simply I Read_

Peggy,Linda,Eileen,Trixie,Others Who
Those Who Ispire Me Even This Write_

You All Say You Still Can't Believe What I,TRASK Write,Then To My Delight Be So Deceived In Eyes of Satan Devil!

Ref: Previous Poem As Point!

_11-08-03

As Don't Read This Lightly Or Tritely!

Should You Go To Sleep Tonite, Not You
Awaken Even In Mourning,No Matter You
Go Still Will Stand Before (God) NAKED_

EitherWay In Physical(Flesh)BodyStripped
OfAll Your $WORLDLY GOOD$, You Tripped,
Anyhow You Do Or Don't Look . It,DEATH_

So,All You BeautifulPoet Ladies . Den,Do
BuyRed Rose Long Stem,Even Artificial To
PlaceIn Your Bedroom WhenceYou Go Sleep_

Night,You Ask Why!? Naked Along With My
Books'THEY SHALL CALL ME TRASK',No Deny,
You In Nth Of Second Be Standing Before_

(God) Naked,You Will Be Holding That Red
Rose & My Book In Your Hands;Can't Dread
Death Then How' GoIn Peace Before (God)_

As Merciless As (God) Is,He Still Likes
Red Roses,Afterall He,(God)Created Likes
Of Flowers As All Other Thing's,YepEven_

YOU(Ugly)Human Beings!I Fear Not(God)As
Why Would I Fear Any Man Or Death- As I
Welcome Death,In Eye's Of (God),I Will_

Meet, Greet You All . Podium! Can't You
Still Believe Then Get The Pose, True
Death Is Staring You Right In Your Face_

Death Is Inevitable_

To Me, TRASK, It's Commonplace! As You
Stand Before(God) . Podium,He Ask's You
Only One Question WHY? Answer Him,Show_

Him Your Red Rose,He See's My Book(s),No
Answer,You Slide Down Those Walls Of(Go)
In Pits Of Your Mind Straight On In To_

Satan's Holy Hell! Still I Tell As You
Go, Look To Your Right,You Can Tell,True
It's Me,TRASK,By My Nameplate OnMy Desk_

Will There Be *Smile Upon My Face...

Tear's, TRASK c 2003 TRASK

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That*Red Rose Will BeIn Vase On My Desk,
That Same Slate,Rock Under Red Rose Rest
On(PHOTO)Is Also My Desk,Chair as There_

Are No Comforts In His Eye's Of (God)-

(God) Is Not A Kingdom Of Kings N Queens
(God) Is Of The SIMPLE,He Doesn't Weens
You Or Dines Me,TRASK, He Made My Life_

Miserable Even ToThat End!So Religion It
Tells You're***Reflection Of(God),Be Fit
Hell,You're But Mere Spec Of DustIn His_

Eye,When He Wipes His Eye's Away You Go,
When He Raises His Closed**Fist(Hand)Go,
Gone Straight To Satan's Holy Hell_

In His Eye's You No Longer Exist!
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*Rarely Does(God) Smile,He Laughs Last!

**It The Curse Is (Closed Fist)Of (God)!

***If You Were Reflection Of (God) You Would Be (Born) Perfect!
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