Suddenly the thunder
Is weak
I can now handle
The voice of god
But the blood
as the sun sets
Are nothing but forgotten memories
Lost as words
Yet remembered in a wordless movie

I seek to rest
under palm trees
fanned
by quiet, blue angels

from the mad, violet storms
of my own gutless attempt
to rid the lice
of my own insanity

But who am I
For I feel like
I am no one
as I write this
I do not know the clothes
of eternity
But I dream of wearing them
one day

But now I am only
A blank page
May god
Write a novel

in my soul

Heres to WRITING Jim,,, Nice words.

very, very nice jim

Very nice, Jim

I like that Jim

just a old man??may b!!!!!

(((( Jim ))))

Powerful words Jim