Monday, 18 October 2021

Murray's Poetry 31-35

 31. Israeli style


      my name is Israeli Wandering Roe
      behind that prayer engine I did go
      I went looking for a Rose to know

      I skipped through the surf
      I was dragged through the kelp
      I bounced off  the sea bottom
      the whole ocean I seemed to know
      that prayer engine did go

      then one day
      in a tide rip
      near a rocky shore
      there was a God sent strike
      it was a home run for Israeli Wandering Roe
      My Beautiful Salmon Fish
      came home with me

      I was Israeli Wandering Roe
      I was like the herring fish
      I was gutted right out for My Salmon Fish
      She is a lovely Israeli Woman
      and what a Beautiful Fish She is
      She was worth being gutted right out for
      My name is now Israeli Home-Bow


      A Variaation

      King Davids Style-King Davids Stile

      Just Like Eve

      His name is King David Wandering Roe
      behind that prayer engine He had to go
      He went looking for A Married Rose to know

      He was skipped through the surf by Israel
      He was dragged through the kelp by Israel
      He was bounced off the sea bottom by Israel
      it was said through-out Israel
      the whole ocean of Salmon Fish He did know

      then one day
      in a tide rip grip
      near a rocky shore
      there was "He Thought" a God sent answer to King Davids prayer
      King David thought He had a God sent strike
      on His illegal fishing line
      King Davids answer to prayer was "to Your home run
      for King David Wandering Roe with His stolen Salmon Fish
      The Beautiful Bathsheba"
      King David literally illegally bottom lined
      and had His men drag Bathsheba home to Him

      home to King David  was His dirty castle works

      He was King David Wandering Roe
      He was like the little herring fish in The Israeli Fishermans Pan
      King David as a man was not big enough
      to even fill the palm of the hand of The Hand Of The Man The High Priest
      King David was not a big handsome Salmon Fish
      He was gutted right out for stealing The Salmon Fish Beautiful Bathsheba
      while He, King David, went hiding from war while at home
      while contriving the death of those soldiers
      while He, Peeping Toming, on The Beautiful Bathsheba
      while She was bathing, She was stolen while unawares Just Like Eve

      through Israels righteousness for through-out The Land Of Israel
      King Davids name is now "Ill King David, Broken Staffed, Bow At Home
      And Wandering Roe


32. Mexican Woman, Mexican Days

      thank you mexico
      for mexican woman
      who gave me those most beautiful mexican days
      those days when she was silouetted
      with the morning shadows of twilight
      those days when she removed the viel
      from the clock
      that had waited to come alive within a certain time of my life

      i waited for those mexican days
      when mexican woman would be silouettted once again
      against the evening shadows of spinning wheels
      of artistry
      of apple trees growing dim through old glass windows

      thenk you mexico
      for mexican woman
      who gave me those most beautiful mexican days


33. W L Means Wonderful Ladies

                               what does W L mean to me
                                                    
                    W L means to me WONDERFUL LADIES

                 what does WONDERFUL LADIES mean to me

    WONDERFUL LADIES means to me WOMEN LIVING IN TRUTH

                           just remember WONDERFUL LADIES

                      that W L to me means WONDERFUL LADIES


34. "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street

      have you ever lived
      "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street
      the coldness of your brain is there
      to leave behind, Oh Mankind!
      the warmth of Mr. Heart is there
      Oh Enlightened One

      have you ever lived
      "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street
      The Person called Mr. Brain is cold
      the saying of Mr. Brain is "we must unite together"
      The Person called Mr. Heart is there
      the saying of Mr. Heart is "all people must feel my heat"
      since this saying did not come back from you emty
      Oh Mr. Cold Brain, to The Holy Angels
      since this saying did not come back from you empy
      Oh Enlightened Warm Heart, to The Holy Angels
      I The Holy Angels know you have lived
      "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street

      have you ever lived
      "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street
      where The Holy Angels look "Behind" Your Drape
      and find The Spirit Wind Mr. Breeze is there to be found
      and find that The Spirit Wind Mr. Breeze is uniting
      Mr. Enlightened Heart with the now warming up Mr. Brain
      The Holy Angels will call you Mr. Goody Goody
      for "Behind" Your Drape on Rape Street
      is The Spirit Wind Mr. Breezes residence
      He goes around Chackra Corners like a car

      have you ever lived
      "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street
      The Spirit Wind Mr. Breeze
      told you your good fortune
      is to be "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street
      He talked about The City Of Dark sometimes
      that you came from

      have you ever lived
      "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street
      as eloquently as it sounds
      in love from The Spirit Wind Mr. Breeze to you
      as eloquently as it sounds
      in love from you to The Spirit Wind Mr. Breeze
      you Mr. Cold Brain melted down into your heart
      and you Oh Mr. Enlightened One rose your heart up
      into your head to become Mr. Warm Brain
      and you loved The Spirit Wind Mr. Breeze
      and The Spirit Wind Mr. Breeze loved you
      all for you
      all "Behind" The Drape of Rape Street


35. The Glass Makers Of The Glass House

      the glass makers took me in my sleep
      i was dads
      i was a little boy
      and removed me from my home
      my homes was my moms
      also i was a little girl
      the glass makers filled us with drugs
      and bent us backwards over a glass grave box of crystal meth.

      it was as though we were placed on an automatic sidewalk with others
      the sidewalk was called The Sidewalk Of  No Will Power
      that took us into a tunnel
      and the tunnel filled around us with liquid penetrating crystal meth.
      as the sidewalk moved on towards the gold pit
      that was owned by the sellers of crystal meth.

      it is the glass makers who crystal people
      they take them during their sleep
      and remove them from their home
      and fill them with crystal meth. drugs
      and bend them backwards over a glass coffin box
      filled with crystal meth.
      and it is as though they are placed
      onto an automatic sidewalk
      that is named No Will Power
      that takes them into a tunnel
      that fills around them with with liquid penetrating crystal meth.
      as the sidewalk moves on towards the gold pit
      that is owned by the sellers of crystal meth.

      glass drug pushers are the crystal makers
      no-one wants to be crystal made
      no-one wants to go to the crystal meth. gold pit
      everyone useing crystal meth. can feel it
      and see the gold pit coming on

      we were told after we were crystal made
      our fears would exist no longer
      they should have collapsed
      and that we were privileged to be crystal made
      en-route to the gold pit

      then snap
      our molecules began to collapse
      our brain molecules
      our muscle molecules
      our skeleton molecules collapsed into brittle break-downs

      now having been crystal made
      the fear of the gold pit existed no longer

      we now left behind people of the normal
      where we were harvested
      to begin work in the gold pit

      the crystal makers themselves cannot go there
      the crystal made cannot return from there
      only our diggings leave
      they go through fast hands
      back to the glass makers at the glass house
      who crystal made us
      we remain in the gold pit as crystal workers
      we never return in any way

      little food is given there
      little liquid is given there
      it comes to us through slow hands
      from the glass makers

      it is an easy job taking dads little boy in his sleep
      it is an easy job taking moms little girl in her sleep
      it is an easy job removing them from their home
      it is an easy job filling them with criminal drugs
      it is an easy job crystal making them too
      it is an easy job
      bending them backwards over a crystal meth. glass coffin grave box
      it is an easy job sending little food
      it is an easy job sending little liquid

      the diggings in the gold pit are never varied

      we are crystal made who go there
      by the glass makers
      ordered by the glass makers of the glass house
      to be here in their gold pit on crystal meth.

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