Saturday, April 11, 2015
Joseph Janzen's Touching Hands
a powerful man,
may not think of old or needy women as sane,
must face the inner struggles against Jackson,
that's something we say to a haired pen.
a body that is slim and cohen,
placing an order on such a gentleman,
after he has gone through emotional argument,
he decides to let the tide rise and flood the den.
there is small seagull sitting near,
there is young kids wandering by,
there is sailing ships harboring in,
there is loving couples swimming high.
things have gone unnoticed, from time to time,
the one who is drowned speaks up for a crime,
no way to make everything the way it is,
time may sink those regrets when the Lord preaches.
no way out,
here to shout!