5/16/11

I Don’t Show Humility Well. (And any tears that dare! Are diamonds before pigs.

I live with emotion As if consumed with fire.

My temper is quick And as slow, Never quite forgiving, As a cold river of molten Lava.

I speak of course Of actors, Any and all Or any in the performing Arts.

As poet, I have my pride As commoner, Blessed on occasion

By a small wisp of fresh Air that just kissed my head As if a mother Touching the heated Brow of a sick child

By baking words Into a magnificent cake Some of us choose To call God.

The eternal moment.

Comments

JBPOETGARDENER May 16, 2011 @ 10:58 a.m.

No one need comment on genius, not even Stephen Hawkins. or that Oriental cuckoo, who might consider holdingthe hand of the other to give us a little hope. jb (this work influenced by listening to the Red Army Atheist Chorus

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