The Sour Prime (poem)

Naked was the truth
In turn the bearer
Bitter it tasted
Eliciting intimidation

The day in its prime
And ‘Prime’ the epoch
As life crammed in gloom
Relegating the prime

The candor was murdered
Likewise the prime
Casting faces in misery
Yearning for a truth-tolerating future


Exhaultation (Poetry)

Oh Lord my God
Excellent are you called
Through out the world
Change not you nor your word

Praised is your name
sang the blind, dumb, even the lame
Your love and authority i feel
No doubt, it is but real

I bring forward this week
Endow your strenght in me
Though i am but weak
And will bewhom you be