SHADOWED
A Paroday Poem for Jesus Crisis
A Paroday Poem for Jesus Crisis
Shadowed
Eye was wondering if Jesus was there and then suddenly you commented on a
note somewhere and then eye realized John Burroughs only has his shadow paged between the coffee and
the cakes the breaks you all take from your real lives inside your happy homes
the few moments when we relate to one anothers tomes or quizzes or notes. The
leaving and the coming back the hours we all sleep the shadow there of friends we
keep. The seconds that it takes the facebook hierarchy to open pages the honestly mistaken that
we do in haste and not thinking threw the reasons the other people have for never
posting anythings not many of the people fall in love with someone just because
they aer on facebook and they are nice and then the hate that people have for
someone never met eye can't relate but what is love gone south but hate mixed up
love disguised as missing this Jesus Crisus. IN a never ending battle with the nerves we all
possess between the meals in kitchens never dressed in linen cloth for guests lies the shadow knoes.
Forgive me iff eye look for Crisis Chronicles. In Public and in private places searching now for Jesus on your
Facebook.
note somewhere and then eye realized John Burroughs only has his shadow paged between the coffee and
the cakes the breaks you all take from your real lives inside your happy homes
the few moments when we relate to one anothers tomes or quizzes or notes. The
leaving and the coming back the hours we all sleep the shadow there of friends we
keep. The seconds that it takes the facebook hierarchy to open pages the honestly mistaken that
we do in haste and not thinking threw the reasons the other people have for never
posting anythings not many of the people fall in love with someone just because
they aer on facebook and they are nice and then the hate that people have for
someone never met eye can't relate but what is love gone south but hate mixed up
love disguised as missing this Jesus Crisus. IN a never ending battle with the nerves we all
possess between the meals in kitchens never dressed in linen cloth for guests lies the shadow knoes.
Forgive me iff eye look for Crisis Chronicles. In Public and in private places searching now for Jesus on your
Facebook.
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