a poem for calling for the help of a special friend |
The Cross of Michigan J Frog Nicholas Jason Doolittle 7/7/007 Sweet rosy lady whose love I was forbidden show me what you keep hidden beyond the veil of your seems. Never say a word. I will do as I must and reveal my hidden dreams. Penetrate your silky rosebud mystery, satin bliss. Conceived with a kiss. Twinkle in the eye that gleams. I catch a glimpse, a fleeting chance, but I Am alone, to me it seems. Hey bright eyed Day Dreamer Bride chamber conceiver. Come closer so you may hear me whisper my lovely secrets into your ear. Those who do The Work were boots with slipknot souls. For a shadow follows us around caused by light but without sound. I cant stand for your imbalance your un-equity. They slew our Lord, THE TRUTH, and hung him on a tree. Two Long days in the Pit. Here on the Dawn of the Third We Will ALL SEE. The Cracked Pot and his Little Red Wagon they fixed Him two. Now you Get It. Know what to do. Will you burden another so you need not choose. Will you decide what You Will Do. Cry out to knew it long to adore her reply. To carry our own. but up upon it, we Will Surely Not Die. Deep in the Big Muddy, Dead in the Arms of BECAUSE. So I went to Kansas, to OZ, to see just what this Wiz Was. Thought you knew it but if you Had it, what would you do? How Will you stand When your Self is Un? O flaming saber cry out to Me from the stone Thy Will Be Done! Call my name I Am born. O how I've wondered from a far what it takes To KNOW What you Are lovely Light Bearer Brilliant morning star. Arise before the others collect your self and Blaze. O I want to be in the audience but all the world is a stage. Who's hiding among the reeds on the breath that you draw out? In his focused mind is there even one doubt? Did he come all this way just to die now? and has he only begun his course on heptagraphy one? Spent his attention and what have I done?? Given my life to follow the Bright Morning Star and his Son. Light me a little shine on the way. Somewhere in the middle you are the hand I Am the clay. O glorious riddle In-conceivable one indent me till your work is done. You must show some one, but not all will see. Come closer now and show it only to me. Tip my hat to the nod and no other will Be aware 'V our sweet Victory. O Ruby lover, like no other, my self made perfect. Whose life giving presence I adore. Quench my thirst I need nothing more. Work your paths fair tree. Illuminated body shadow free. I summon thee by my side. I prepare a place for you to reside. I acquiesce to be your bride. My ultra-mega self deep inside. To behold your beauty, your balance, one I adore. Conceive. Reveal the plan. Come once more. Delight me with your pleasant presence what else is there to ask for? How will I pull this off without you My lovely Life giving door? Bring me through here to there carry me A cross the threshing floor. Leave behind the Dag-gone phony. Need him no more. Why are you hiding from me, and what have you done? Everlasting and mysterious one. I will take up this job this need, this chore. Even you held your hat and Asked me. O mother of the sun indent me till your work is done. I give the finest you gave me. I want nothing more. All my life I've longed to Marry the Two and make them one. To stand before the Little Red Hen when your Work is done say Welcome Friend, come in, we've a place prepared for. |