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Thursday, March 5, 2015

(BLESS ME WITH YOUR WORDS)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/R6nMGUZYUnU

My soul doth ache in mine missing thee.
My ears empty long to hear thine voice.
I float a stranded vessel in the ocean of unknowing.
The tears of a million angels crying for a million years the salt water that carries me.
I a lone traveler as the waves pass by on the way to speaking in a shushing tone.
I wonder do they whisper of us as they come ashore on a distant beach.
I swirling in the whirlpool feeling extremely dizzy.
Thine visage the mirage shimmering pon water and sand.
I making landfall as thee fading away bid me to come closer.
A shelter against the storms of life.
Mine spear with which I conquer the beast.
Thee the blanket with which I cover mineself on frigid ground where my people scorned try to fit in.
They hiding their pain in name brands and hair weaves.
I have known of thee for a thousand thousand years.
I will remember you for a trillion more when I but a piece of the flow drift in outer space.
The caverns of me seem so empty.
I long to hear your voice.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY