A thought of you gives me fear;
A Second thought of you gives
Relieve from the hops and ups of earthI fear not because I fear you,
I fear because I know not
The Uncertainty of where I go
I fear because all I toil for
Fret over ,guard and guide,
I will leave behind.......
That which I notice not
Which as been a part of me
Assessing my record shall stand
For me or against me
Daily I live a life that
Leaves my heart clear
My Mortality to you I write
The hate I have for youNot being immortal in nature
And I scribe for the love I have
For the end of trouble you bring
With your terminality
A round rim neck chain you are
Why would I loot my dear mortality
When you are my company to six feet?
Why would I fret for vanities
When all shall be left on surface earth
For others to enjoy.
Why build mansions upon masions
When all I shall resort to is six feet
Height,six feet width room
Why would I fight for woman
When if i go the world beyond she
Shall belong to another
Why should I do "a do or die" politics
And spend blood money while others cry?
Why should I sell my honeypot and
Display my woman dignity for peanut coins
I cant lay hold on for slippery pleasure
With stingy pains?
Why kill to make ritual money
When am not better than the slaughtered
Why tell lies when only I have to
Fabricate thousands to cover one
And set myself uneasily on edge for deceit?
My dearest mortality
To you I write
The rest you bring
With your terminality.
My First Date To South Senatorial District
03-04-2010
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