theres a light that shines down
theres a spirit that won't be found
theres a child that will forever hide
theres a love that is not mine
theres a hand that is out of reach
there are words bahbahling without speech
and I know he watching me
here are towers in the sky
and I was bond by and by
and here it tumbles to the ground
surmeged underwater a million sounds
blackness covers some still on their feet
blackness drowns us sunked deep
and I know he watching me
times and space fills my head
of forgotten people living and dead
of times and terror the comes back home
and I........who me? I stand alone
hatred fly shooting off corners of the moon
killing time coming soon...............
do you know he watching you too?
ill teachings of yester-years
have been buried-up
covered-up.....now bloated with tears
mirror facing you
all the worlds watching too
this time won't be easy and no one maynot survive
and now your own children no of the lies
did you not know they were watching?
hearts beating like an african drum
out-of-time and we all fall dumb
why-oh-why
we all cry
stop!!!!!!!!! you damn fool
stop!!!!!!!!! killing stop hurting you!!!!!
your not him..........he is watching
*we need to find our way or there will be no yesterday
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Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on February 24, 2003
I can't express how fantastic this is but it is ! Keep them coming
the weave of this poem is intense and powerful.. halting the reader to absorb each word and the way lovely way it carries a passion with it.. put together and we have this brilliant poem..
As Long As You(We) Are In This Physical (Hell)
World You As Little Children Will Suffer__
Just Gotta Make The Best Of What You Got & Never StrayFrom Path (God) Has Placed You On__
Your Just Rewards Are Not In Or Of this World.
Your Friend, TRASK
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on October 22, 2002
Yours words are very clever and astute and you are sound in your reasoning. And I am convoluted in my Soul and can't fimd my way. May I join in the fun? Bill
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As Long As You(We) Are In This Physical (Hell)
World You As Little Children Will Suffer__
Just Gotta Make The Best Of What You Got & Never StrayFrom Path (God) Has Placed You On__
Your Just Rewards Are Not In Or Of this World.
Your Friend, TRASK
Jenni
stop!!!!!!!!! you damn fool
stop!!!!!!!!! killing stop hurting you!!!!!
your not him..........he is watching
We have to stop playing God.