Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

The Good Book


I don't need to feed on the good book
God’s hook is heart! The incarnate look
Wait, wait before your toot your alarm
And hurricane the foundation of my farm
Let me explain where true faith lies
We are all on the same side, rainbow allies
I meant no harm, my intentions a gentle alarm
A declaration void from plastic throwaway charm
After all this is poetic metric rhyme in time
One or two or all verses ignite the shine in rhyme
Clear point of view to fetch the desired wine
All I meant is selfless love should be the compass
Serve the serving trays not the pompous rumpus
Helping all others freely with no pay back in return
Gentle the greenest rainforest the canopy and the fern
One points upwards towards hope, others yearn to learn
Coexist submit and benefit the heart of all good books
Shine internally; outwardly reflect their peaceful hooks
Whether it’s Jesus, Mohammed, the Cosmos or the Buddha
Void, nil, kapish, end the devil’s triangle choking Bermuda

May 24,2013
Copyright leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Friday, May 24, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 30, 2013

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