RMC

Follow thine own tithe,
my idol lies in your eyes,
they just rip my trip I
worship blind without I’d die.

To the rivers of mystic moments
drifting slowly by as we cry
come feel my pain make atonement
in the moment I need to try.

Frail and simple ways gaze
these days every time I see you
I feel better days after too amazed
of the things to me you do.

You make me rejoice revere
the vicious sting of your eye’s spear.
They bring me to utter tears
when I see you and your eyes near.

I want to tell you secrets
of how you give joy where I was blind
the weapon you possess keep it
where I can return to you and them find.

Your honest lips react in acts
as I watch you watch me
I delve where the grass is green facts
are you astound and are astonishing.

I need your weapon share
for the life we live is not fair
we pacify and need someone to care
if we breathe or are there.

– J