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GETTING UP

The sheets tremble and shift
Like an earthquake
They rupture
Half her body is exposed
Her skin as silken as the sheets
Tensely stretching
The rest of her is revealed
And no longer
Is heaven concealed
From man
And she stands
Sliding slowly off the edge of the bed
Toes pointing the way to freedom
Shadowed by the sukkling food of God
And a crown of modest tenure
Which adorns her head
I am lead by the siren s good-morning
While yawning and reaching for me
And I find myself fawning
For there is nothing more alluring
Than getting up


I WAS NEVER PROMISED JOY

One incredible night
Flawless beyond comprehension
An Immaculate conception
Joy was born
Perfection
Blessed was I to have Joy s attention
But cursed with no retention
A brief eternity
For Joy is free
And belongs not to me
The world shall embrace Joy
For to it does she belong
And I shall remain in her employ
For Joy My poem My song
And in my dream
My Joy I shall redeem
But Joy does not dream
For Joy is a dream
And I raised Joy
With the knowledge of herself
And I praised Joy
For I had never seen such wealth
For Joy was rich beyond comparison
In Wisdom, Strength and Beauty
My duty was but to behold
And though I was allowed
To take a trip on a cloud
I was never promised Joy


WHEN I DIE

It s difficult to see
Through the eyes of the rejected
Adding insult to injury
I m despised and disrespected
Finding no place to flee
For my demise is preselected
Crucified on a tree
Of lies growing unaffected
By the good that resides in me
So my cries are malcontented
For the God that I would be
Left me wise but unprotected
From this world of misery
Where I must dieto be corrected
So I search the depths of me
As my time is insurrected
Finding nothing is what it seems
And my mind in now infected
So I cuss and fight and bleed
But to this life I remain connected
And I pray on hands and knees
That when I die I am not resurrected

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