___10-18-02

___ For My Friend Linda's Thot's Of Old People...

A Poem Of Growing Old Gracefully....

When we Sit Idle & Let
Ourselves Gow Old We Get
Exactly what We got coming to us,why,
Because None Of Us are Here to Exist, Try,
Lightening up Mom___for You will Find
That if You do, the Universal Mind ,
Or what you call God, will help You,
You see Mom, I May be your Son, If You only knew,
I am here to Save One or Two Thousand Soul's,
Who will go with me to have new Roles,
On a Higher Spiritual Plane,
Where there will never be Hell again,
Trust in Me, I, TRASK,can Help set
Your Soul Free, For even Though,and, Yet,
I lived Through my Childhood Life, a Hell
With You, somehow You, Mom, Knew well
That I was Different___This is Heavy I know.
But, Stop for a moment, Go Slow,
Read this Poem Again & Again,
Until You' ve 1st Learned to Make Your Amends,
First to Yourself, then to All Humanity.
Please Have that Vanity
Within Yourself before You go,
Pass Over To the Other Side, Grow
Old Gracefully___Listen to me, Yes,
You' ve Alway's said there was, Guess
What,There's a Method to My Madness, well now,
You Know For It Is True, I will See you There, How,
For when I go to Sleep at Night
I Travel Into Other Dimensions (Hell), Do not be
Frightful of What I Write, For It May be
Check It and, See, (God) Know's, Be
It, That ,I, TRASK, Am the Observer, Will See
You in Your Dream's Tonight___and Be
It Those Voices You Hear are only Dear
Spirit's who Care about You; Fear
Them, I Should Say Not, Only Listen To, Please
To what They have to Tell You, It Will Ease
Your Mind, Relax Your Body and, Help Save Your
Soul, So Do Not Sit Idle, But More
So, Grow Old Gracefully...

Tear's , TRASK c 2002 TRASK

___This Poem Was Written In 1st of 4 Published Books To My
Mother, Given To Her Prior To Her Death By My 2 Faced Sister, i.e.On Her Death Bed,Vie, Her Last Word's To My Sister Were,

You Listen To Your Brother, TRASK__
He Never Sympathized With Me...

Etal: I Can Still Hear Her Screaming . Me___

There's A Method To Your Madness, You Little Bastard....

A Word To The Wise Is Sufficient,
To The Unwise, Damnation...