i went before the manifested judge
when i was sixteen and running
before the attempted magistrate
i was sentenced back home
after the judge
ate the dove
he raised a hammer
to my fathers head
yet his father
took the blow
but im the one
said to be
left to drown
so i made waves
and constructed freedom
yet instructed freedom
cant be won
so they sentenced me
to the rubber room
i made it a justified escape
reason in a dream
wasnt life all a dream
yet when i fell
i fell into a well
somewhere back
i judged the judge

As I hold you...
Namaste'

sweet

Sorry jim,,I had toput on this disquise
It won't show my face man,,, I'm wanted and this was about law and a judge so,,,I had to hide tocome-in,,,
GREAT poem man,,

lol T...Busted...!!!!!

Jim, you are a true Minstrel through and through...

If you could be busted for being cool, than I can see T. being a most wanted man

peace

you are truly inspiring and a friend
peace

I agree that you are a true minstrel,
You are open indeed..thank you...this honest

COOL+Jimz= thanks man...and don't kid your self,

Your VERY cool dude...YOU carry that FLARE OF,,,,REAL,,

deep,,,meaningful expressions from within all we know.

That 60's kind of King of beat-nicks,,,

There in your coffee house, up on stage,,all in black,,

All the young kids gathered around,, waiting so breath-less

for YOUR next WORD used,,,,,AND THEN,,,,,YOU SPEAK, Silents

breaks into small gasps,,,and YOU say,,,,,,,,,peace...

As they all write it down on their tablets......He spoke,,the word

PEACE........as they all then turn to go outside and spread your

spoken word man.....