JUDY.

Watching like a Cyclops
The image flickers too close
Nonplussed by demonic proportions
The sentiments are cold.
Then open to reveal bi-axially
Dreams are never at last breath
Revive, survive, has to be done
Come take the hand accept the rule
One more fool for one more day.

Its never past coffee time
Drink the wine taste this land
Where else lies the torment so enjoyed
Believe in hope and it will believe through you.
Who did wrong stepped on the toes
Why does image never become reality
If love is the angel where is she now
Can time be a healer, if it has the time.

Here yonder open mind and heart
Points the finger beckoning in
Trace the release without its ruin
Caught not unlike a rat in a race
Running, losing breath for one more circuit
Here is the stole from the former farce.
Take note of the note with which this lies
No lies bespoke the lips of babes
And where are they now, when given in
Set to face forever the oblivion so sought.

Shelter what was propagation, grow anew
Season like before and flower again
Shout, but speak in whisper tones
The name you seek to set free
The coil can never hold forever within
Its grasp the freewill.

Waiting is not defeatism
Tears not the enemy of hope
Hate is never an answer
Only trust can launch a thousand days.

GRUM