JOE POEWHIT - DREAMS

Whispers of essence.
Floating cloud presence.
Illusive reality sings.
These dreams of things.
My minds daily clutter.
Like melted yellow butter.
Churning vapid wonders.
Hearts for it's plunder.
Filling our endless hopes.
Crying nights, morning soap.
Dream melodies of floating light.
Reality shatters it's mortal flight.

5/5/09 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES

JOE POEWHIT

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