If I offer a part of my heart,
give you but a piece of my soul,
will that feed your hunger?
No, I thought not,
for you must have everything,
a jealous ‘god’ you are
Time for time, thought for thought,
which door did I pick,
the tiger chases the dream
In the maze I find more than mirrors,
see doors that open both ways, strange it is. The words were not laid out
upon the page, this time.
They burned into the flesh
Branded in a form that marks me
in the eyes of all who will cross my path.
Murder, first they say to walk upon your land. I wish I’d known your preference, I would have raised the lamb
"The Great Teen Fruit War, A 1960 Novel" involves conflict between the Blues (sons of blueberry farmers) and the Reds (sons of peach growers) in a southern New Jersey agricultural community.
This is serious work Walter!!
Love Tinka
Elizabeth