Poetic Tales

Should I hate God!
Did LORD Jesus get flogged by scorpions
tied with barbed wire to an iron cross,
dreams infiltrated by nightmares of
friends betraying you
family hating you of being torn to pieces by machine devices.
Nothing that I have committed is
worth this curse,
I’m reaping the hell I did not sow,
I’m sure even satan is confused
Accessed by a young doctor
a most perfect woman in a mad house
at my most broken and vulnerable.
This is the evil timing of man.
Why couldn’t we be like Adam and Eve,
Romeo and Juliet with no tragedy.
Why couldn’t we have met
for the first time through kind introduction?
Making notes of my answers to her
questions holding the pen with her
beautiful slim fingers.
It seems the wisdom of Solomon
has been hidden in a woman
who I’m sure is the original beautiful
queen of the south reincarnated
as a female king Solomon.
Impressive mathematics.
I’ll seduce her with a Cartier pen
and a note saying
“ I thought of you all summer
wishing tomorrow was Christmas.”

Where does the dark skinned lord
eat his meat and drink his water?

In our most confused he is there
in the heat of our battle
holding the line.
He disappears before we can
give cheer and our thanks
for his courage.
It has been noted that your
eldest daughter is secretly
joining the order of nuns.

My two daughters, the dark skinned
lord has met the meat of
my eldest daughter.
Her younger sister will kill him
when he next drinks water.
Spy on my eldest daughter
if she hides her wisdom in
her excrement , I want you to
eat it and tell me what
goes on in her conniving head.