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Down 'pon the riverside
where the gentle rhythms flow
John's dunkin' 'em for the baptisms
and all the folks dressed in whites
is smiling and hawing
'cos John, he bein' old school
puts them in real good
just like Father Cleetus
used to do with bible in one hand
and other hand straight up in the air
a lightning rod for God
be that man
for a soul caint resist
a little saving
in these parts
as the rains came down
to wash the sinners
and me and Leroy
made for shelter
But John he got his eye in
and calls unto me
for never he seen a soul
more'n need of releasin'
from the evils that a man do
than this 'un
And little Leroy's laughin'
from the bank
but I'm waist in
and John opens the good book
and says
Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. Psalm 1:1
Was you mocking me from the banks son?
You and that good for nuttin' sinner Leroy
Take a gulp of the good water son
And down I go
heavin' and howling
in the mighty hands of John
while on the bank
the sisters are singing
Awake my soul
and the thunder cracked
and day became night
and just as sure
the evil done left me
and a soul
that had withered
to a stick
was replenished
so surely
and John's mighty hands
done lift me from the river
and unto me he says
All flesh will see the salvation of God Luke 3:6

A hug and a warm embrace
Still searching far far away
Journey into our past
We make our own time
Over the winter day
We were once so close
Near to the fire burning
Tearing us away from other
My tears still burning
In my sleep I’m turning
Out there on the ice
One side keeps learning
On the other side somehow
Still my heart is yearning
Set it free and apart
See it free falling now
Don’t leave me alone
Pull me closer to your heart
I won’t drift away from you
Looking for a fresh start
A clean break away soon
Into our own time follows

After sixteen full moon's, gettin from the forest what's needed day ta day. In ma arms you be safe from the lurk of cast shadow. I've a eighteen hand horse an a mirrored sharp sword. We've both settled lives alone far long. One day i'll ask for your hand to hold mine. The night tha moon cast light on the land, my knee wet an soiled kissin your hand. Our breath will take light as our hearts beat as one. Sixteen moon's away our live's have begun. I'll swipe the forest as my sword claims our home~

~yet~

letters are random afloat on the page
making them stick with meaning of sense
tolerant bright
segmented thoughts
collaborative keystrokes
dead pillow fought

them times when the paper the mind and the pen
will lead one a-stray from no start to no end

~Bentlee~

How will it be
What will we say
Will we go around in circles filling up the day

Life was so good with cotton candy and clowns
And a ferris wheel was the only place
Where we noticed the ups and downs

A black and white tv sat on a stand
And three networks were enough
To entertain the mind of man

A neighbor would wave or reach to shake your hand
Movies were mostly decent
And there was one where Elvis sang about cotton candy land

It is written that the Lord sends the rain to fall on the ‘just’ and the ‘unjust’. But I like the rain, regardless.
I like the rain because
it cools the earth and makes the world seem clean
again; If
only for
a brief moment.
I like the rain because
It reminds me of the tears
that I shed when the pains of life
overwhelm me, and the joy of the Lord becomes my remedy. I like the rain because there is always a beautiful, brightly-coloured rainbow in its wake that lights up the sky,
and makes me smile with awe. I like the rain because It signals that whether I’m ‘just’ or ‘unjust’,
God still cares for me, provides for me,
loves me,
and needs me
to do His Will.
Thank God for the rain.

It’s only a short ways from the barn

To my home kitchens front door

N’other days journey into night

Song birds atop still bare branches

Chirping clear this early spring eve

The woods and hills surround us

Gorgeous sunsets down the west

What blessing be a spot naturally

More familiar to seasons change

Have beaten way down the years

Lay close to beauty in its divinity

The quietness and the simple life

A place to fill and a role to make

A heritage to be handed down

When all people worship side by side

Each persons better half awakens

She grabbed me around my thick long stem
I began melting in her hand
She dragged me to her dungeon cave
Where I was to obey her every command

She stripped away my golden wrap
While gazing at me with desire
I was so scared & a virgin too
In my ecclesiastical attire

She pressed her luscious lips against me
Licking, nibbling with excitement & glee
Submitting & surrendering my very self to her
Biting paraphilia, idiosyncrasy.

She made me what I am today
Yet I'm glad that I was born
An empty wrapper thrown away
Devoid of chocolate, all tattered & torn.

I ate at a buffet last night
It is called Castle Rock
They have an all you can eat fish
Which is all I can eat on Friday during Lent
It cost me 40 dollars(for me and a friend)
I gave a ten dollar tip
I gave two extra dollars over the 20 percent you are supposed to give
My mom used to be a waitress at Friedman's
It closed down in 2000
The buffet is almost exactly the same
So I got a visit from my Dad last night in a dream
He didn't say anything
But it's been over a year since I last dreamed about him
I got a visit for the price of a gift to a friend and a gift to a waitress

Missing you
By Ramaking


Due to your departure
Thousand leagues
I rode so far away
Among country roads;
Thousand herds
Of cattle I touched;
Thousand colts I tamed ;
But the longing for you,
The missing of you,
In a framework of feelings
I did not tame
Because I am busted,
Lost among ghost buildings.