Be careful around poets
For you will read their thoughts
about you covered with figuratives
Which you will consider an art
but a dart at aim it is.

But you made me so tired,
And you looked so small against the ocean, and the salt from your tears merged with the sea
And I could no longer tell you apart

From the innocence
That she portrays
You'd never guess
She'd seen such days
Of drugs and *****
And easy lays

You'd never guess
Upon her cheeks
Once lived the tears
That always wreaked
With self disgust
At its highest peak

You'd never know
Upon her thighs
Is where shes written
All her lies
And in those scars
Her hatred hides

-ARI

I walked today where Jesus walked*, echoes in my mind
A song from childhood rings new truth with each new step I find.
Worn as they are from centuries of pilgrims passing through
The stones are firm reminders that my life has been made new.

You walked this land, you taught of love, and yet you had to die
I bow in awe of what you’ve done, and cannot help but cry.
For those unworthy, just like me, you offered up your life
You willingly gave all you were, to put an end to strife.

And yet, so many still don’t see, they don’t accept your gift
They seek to find another bridge to cross this mighty rift.
They won’t believe you are the way, and see your life as love
A love beyond that of this world, sent down from God above.

A Promised Land, where your own blood was shed for all mankind
Is still a land of war and strive, a land where evil blinds.
So many bound in hatred’s grasp and crushed by earthly pain
While what you sought to show us is that death is but our gain

1194

Somehow myself survived the Night
And entered with the Day—
That it be saved the Saved suffice
Without the Formula.

Henceforth I take my living place
As one commuted led—
A Candidate for Morning Chance
But dated with the Dead.