If they should ask

by Jazerman

June 13, 2019

If they should ask

I want you to tell them

That I lived in an amorphous box

A glass house

And my windows were not impervious to these stones

You'll be able to see how transparent I really was

Mention Between eternities past and eternities future

I confined myself to

flashes of time and a few unpredictable destinies

You looked at me and seen nothing but contempt for 1,2,3 believe after me

And that crowd has sent more people to hell

I would love to see how heaven I really was

I sat high on mountains

on the shoulders of God

And promised myself I won't feel the aging of my bones drying up in the valley

Almost savage like -

Hold your breath in anticipation at the sound of my voice

Tell them Jesus saved my soul

And grandma cooked soul

And I was the god father of soul

Tell them I loved my brothers

And I admired my sisters

Ups and downs

I appreciated the rollercoasters of life

It gets no better than joy riding

Tell them I prayed without ceasing

I prayed without ceasing

I heard from the God like audibles

I laughed in the face of opposition when I seen obstacles

Tell them I was all man

All about my business

All the time

Tell them I was human

Tell them I was once a boy

Filled with lucky charms fit to Marry

No leprechaun could steal my treasure

Tell them when you pronounced me man

I was Pronounced with woman

I was all Adam

And she was all rib, bone, flesh , helper, she was my wife and we made love to live to live to love and we loved it

Tell them I was honest to the T

I was honest like Tea

I read a dub of scripture

I was as wise as serpents

and harmless like doves

Mention conversation in times past

Tell them my flesh went to war with my spirit

And the battle was fierce

I had passion

I was a poet

A preacher

I pitied pitiful paradoxes and made them perfect

A perfectionist

It was my own prerogative to jot down these words

My prophecy were these words being administered and beautified

Wrapped in potency and propensities

This is important

I had Purpose

Before I am gone

Before I am no longer personified

Before the earth gives me its last name

Before the dirt grips my body into eternity

Remember me, Jazer Sylvester Willis

I Gave my all

If they should ask

Tell them

I lived In an amorphous box

A glass house

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