Bongos…vibing and flowing;
like the streams and rivers of the Congos
Transcending all dimensional doors
Thru voice..as it grows
4 da laundry of time, is a heavy load
As “God” controls da wash cycle;
4 da Ink of life 2 come clean
2 B align with “Him” as one team;
with one dream
“Love”…It’s the ultimate gain;
4 man’s ultimate stains
From being in a image, he yet 2 ultimately understand
But crawl as we may;
On da spin cycle of night, and day
Praying 4 “God” 2 air-dry our transgressions,
Dat we’ve have so interestingly displayed
Why this parable; (needle in the hay)?
Why this rock, in “God’s” clay?
Why on knees, do one pray?….why?
I’m not biting; I just had to say:
While I ask;
Cause my sanity is being taxed

©N.G.2004
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writer…Clifford Spiller
poet name…Not Guilty™