The False Prophet

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“The False Prophet”

The clutter took up space replacing a radio on the shelf

The juggling gate strung a walrus laughing at himself

A fireplace whistled a melody coveting the sounds of Egypt

Smoking guitars filled the abandoned bars, puffing clouds of stale smoke

The glass hammer was about to break shattering yet another day

A sizzled shirt tried to convert the alert but the hammer wouldn’t stay

A cage radiated a stench of putrid grass and a wall kept his rhetoric at bay

The planks pulled stained cotton shirts to the floor pleading and bleeding of glass

The moon shone bright and lit the night and the walrus said it is time for class

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About Timothy S.

I am of lover of all. I love people. I believe everyone should be heard and I hope during that process that peace, love, encouragement, learning and growth are spread throughout society. I would much enjoy if you interact with my Journey so I can learn from you. Sign up for email updates when I post a new article.
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2 Responses to The False Prophet

  1. Betty Z says:

    Absolutely profound ! I and Becky are so glad to know you!

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