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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.
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.
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