Four legs of oak cast in the ground /
Topped by cherry wood for my bed /
My body will lay /
The Gods of fire /
To set ablaze /
Flesh to ashes /
Gods of wind to set me free /
Blowing into lakes brooks meadows and trees /
To all parts of earth my mother my home /
wind blowing trough the trees birds singing /
A traveler will say /
There is a spirit in this place /
Yes it will be me /
jimmy j
To be cast in the ground in a box , a trap against nature makes no sense to me.
i love too much
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Understanding is Voluntary, Ignorance is a Given
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About Me
- Jimmy J.
- Poetry, what is it? A poet what is that? I doubt its me ! To me poetry is a word description of life. No matter a good or bad life only the truth of life. A poet can only truly describe a life he lives or has lived. One can not write about drug addiction, gangs, violence, and despair if he or she has not dwelled there. I write things I feel because I have been there, done that and know what many people feel because I feel it. What effects the young today effected the old yesterday. Nothing really has changed when it comes to poverty. I write about black and white issues because I feel neither black nor white, because I refuse to wear color of skin. I write about the young because I never grew up. I write about the old because the years added up.
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