RIP

R.I.P.

Tortured you and tortured me.
The boy we all call Jimmie Lee.
A victim of his circumstance
He had the same disease as we.
Our covered eyes, averted gaze

Let his soul believe its faze.

Despite our loving watchful eye

Now he’s gone and now we cry.

Tortured you and tortured me

The boy we all call Jimmie Lee.

Wind

The wind has found a passageway,
Its blowing through my soul.
The sound reminds me of a train,
My thoughts consumed like coal.
Never have I reconciled,
The nature of the gap,
Never will I rectify,
The loopholes of this trap.
The wind has found a passageway,
Its blowing through my soul.

Jkf

3/20/11