Old words scribed on leaning stones
Where Scripture begs my heart to stay
Leave no impress upon my bones.
While fresh bright flowers fade away
Families die or move away,
Though grass is faithful not to stray
O’er entombed souls of yesterday
Who left God’s engraved words to stay.
Only numbers pluck my heart strings
Which John 3:16 testament promise brings.
Table of The Scribed
Only of the true muse in mind,
Being a he or she?
Can scribe of the darknesses they feel,
Being it told, indeed.
Being this breed of spirits,
Sitting at the Abysses table, take heed!
For that's the table of the;
Devils and Gods,
We are the tellers;
For we are the scribes.
Take up thy quill;
Quick hurry,
Put it in your hand?
Write down the scribes of;
Phraseology, terminology,
They're many forms in their styles!
Am I sure they will understand?
I am learning all the while;
Understand these words
Even the symbolic,
Are they written too absurd?
Revised Edition; September 06, 2021, 4:33 PM (EST)
F-or
R-eaders
A-re
N-ice
C-onnotations
I-mpressively
S-cribed
B-y
A-mazing
C-omposer
O-f
N-otes
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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I closed this book when you left last night
mine colleen
waking to your dried sweat
stuck to mine
thus your hirsute lover’s brain sparked
and mine digit’s again
began to dance
My hair
gnarled
it's entire length viscid with
ourn mix
remnants of your moist lip’s
scent the mask of mine face
and the ringlet's of your long tresses
adorn this chest
Mine lair found it’s empty
not
mine thoughts