Sunday, July 03, 2005

cooties

things i can't understand,
freeness, newness, ampersand
the way of a woman with a man

the way she touches the hands
the sweat drips brow, and
puruses fingertips to tend the land

finds merely solely the chasm
warm undue, warm too fast
rome's raided, sword in hand

Ok, It's a semi-joke. In that, this poem's definitely not done. It's in pre-production. But it is fairly real and true.

3 comments:

  1. why for some reason? thanks for the reference. it saves me the trouble of looking it up. but, yeah, definite cop. although diff translation (used to niv & nasb, w/ mix of nlt and the message, with a tad bit of nkjv)

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  2. let me just tell ya' that: "(used to niv & nasb, w/ mix of nlt and the message, with a tad bit of nkjv)" just sounds hilarious....lol. I cracked up reading that comment just b/c it sounded like you are baking something! lol

    Anyways, Jason...in response to your comment, I guess I'm tired or something, cause for some reason what you wrote went right over my head. Who knows...

    Destiny><>

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  3. how could you be tired on the fourth of july in the afternoon?

    oh, wait, bbq. i was almost falling asleep too. 'cept the lawn chairs weren't that comfortable.

    if i do this childhood meme, by the way, destiny, i'm tagging you.

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