Swallow The Sea

Ali

A.

Let God's sand meet
the abyss,
While lemons fall from trees
and
ghosts rape and take
and men curse and scream
and die.
For when we eventually sin,
for is it death
that sits upon our breast
collapsing our chest,
leading us to hell,
or
does He come down from a cloud,
taking us by the hand?



B.

The Printer's Shop

Where old machines
held color,
and gentlemen in hats
and workwear
toiled and tendered.
When the resevoir broke,
from above the brick building.
How the train station
took over the offices,
and the shop took them back.
Who told the girl to
leave her job?
Why the centennial building
still stands
down the corridor
of such an olden town?

C.

The man sits and wonders,
as I pray my secret prayers
for him.
"Swallow the sea",
he said.
My eyes raised from my window,
and I heard his distant cries.
I folded my hands and cried for three days.
"If he thinks he is alone,
let him hold my heart.
For if he is chaste with a bridegroom,
let him be my friend."
For I cannot bear him to die
and leave this world without me....
everyone needs a soul to conjoin,
everyone needs a heart to cry,
everyone needs someone while they're sick,
everyone needs someone at their celebrations,
everyone needs a friend.
For God has brought him back to life,
with hastened necessity,

and I still sit and pray.


D.

Listen
Of
Visions,
Eddie.

Ali

Ali wrote:

A.

Let God's sand meet
the abyss,
While lemons fall from trees
and
ghosts rape and take
and men curse and scream
and die.
For when we eventually sin,
for is it death
that sits upon our breast
collapsing our chest,
leading us to hell,
or
does He come down from a cloud,
taking us by the hand?



B.

The Printer's Shop

Where old machines
held color,
and gentlemen in hats
and workwear
toiled and tendered.
When the resevoir broke,
from above the brick building.
How the train station
took over the offices,
and the shop took them back.
Who told the girl to
leave her job?
Why the centennial building
still stands
down the corridor
of such an olden town?

C.

The man sits and wonders,
as I pray my secret prayers
for him.
"Swallow the sea",
he said.
My eyes raised from my window,
and I heard his distant cries.
I folded my hands and cried for three days.
"If he thinks he is alone,
let him hold my heart.
For if he is chaste with a bridegroom,
let him be my friend."
For I cannot bear him to die
and leave this world without me....
everyone needs a soul to conjoin,
everyone needs a heart to cry,
everyone needs someone while they're sick,
everyone needs someone at their celebrations,
everyone needs a friend.
For God has brought him back to life,
with hastened necessity,

and I still sit and pray.


D.

Listen
Of
Visions,
Eddie.
c2006adev

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Ali

I'm trying not to wither GOd,
And language does NOT matter,
so,
Fuck it.....