Sunday, March 13, 2016

Old Jealous God

Old Jealous God

Spent the whole day, off and on, trying to get on...finally got on. The wind and the wall of karma,where I am now, have no mercy...they blow and they blow you; and they hunt you down to blow you down, but friends will be made, and lover's will be had...and a handful of thanks for a mouthful of prayer...even when we hurt, we can love so many out there...we can give what we haven't got today, but were given so much, some other year and saved it away...in some hidden spot...that old devil knew not, and his spite couldn't stop, so, he mustered...to spit in our eye...for the little we got, but he couldn't take love away...cause, it was armored...better than he thought, in other ways, in other words, by needs among the many...and that's where I went, and that's where I was...sharing it out...sharing it out, to the hunger line, of that old jealous god who never give naught, but wind and dust and bite...for fair, that's all they got ...to comfort them out there. 

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016

Deming, New Mexico

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