(dejavoue) Raw Talent Poem by Jesus e Loreto jr

A lonely love Patiently waits for his long awaited guest Outside a dusty desert storm brings the eastern sands back home to rest Amongst the rocky cliffs dark caves oh burning bush how could I forget A withered face a tired body a heavy heart a faded spirit A dying soul, the old man remembers those ancient wild crazy days, The crowded courts, full of jews and roman chiefs.who spoke many words but didn't seem to say a thing! Angry priests Crying women Widowed lovers, The old man now has a fading thought Like a ghost it appears a quiet young man Walking past the temple and only the children seem to be the only ones who understand.The handsome young man turns to the child and smiles, Then I hear the clink and the clank of heavy chains one around his neck and bound around his chest He walks in stride humility is his pride. Deja vu, The old man Has thoughts they come and go, but from age the old man's clock is running slow, On his way to the pit He has a flashback! The old man stares at a light In the distance The light seems to get closer and closer The old man waits for the The light To hit his face and blind his failing eyes, And to the old man's surprise, His wrinkled face and dried chapped lips are kissed by A swarm of killer honey bees.A subtle painful sting Brings back Young Memories of ancient times And November oh that sweet November Those beautiful colors orange opals honey topaz Earthly browns and the smell of pumpkin spice.Splashing water suddenly snaps him out of his trance the old man turns in haste frenzied he looks around And doesn't See her pale face The Raindrops fall splash on the ground And sprinkle his thirsty wrinkled face Thoughts and memories cloud his mind Hazy Still But slowly Coming back home To visit Then he has a flashback, Back In time Now he's at the foot ' of a hill looking up He sees 3 crosses And then he has a vision Angry mobs yelling masses, Jewish priests Arguing Between themselves Roman chiefs with long sharp spears Supposedly trying to keep the peace, I hear the clink and clanks of chains again, A little slower, But getting closer and making gain Then I feel a sharp chest pain I wonder and I start to remember once again, And in the midst I see A figure of what looks to be a man But I can't decipher the flesh is torn a Purple robe covers his body, And on his head I thought a crown But as he near, a reef of rose bush thorn that penetrated deep Into the skull Then I see a woman Weeping she looks back at me and as if she knew my secret She begins to sing I recognize the melody The sweetness of the ring How could I Forget the salt beneath her breasts, My sweet November Oh my Sweet November And as I stare in trance The children suddenly appear, And Once again I notice All the smiles Not a doubt heavy heart nor a fear as if they were listening to a ghostly melody that brings music to their ears, Pilots Voice then breaks my Trance I'm on a path Leading me To a garden But on the way I have a vision I see a monkey hanging from a tree Between 2 thieves who play with scorpions, the quiet young man smiles 2 crows on his shoulders And then a kiss not from a snake nor a hiss But the sting of killer bees, Am I awake or in a dream is it a nightmare why don't I scream Into the pit To rest for a season a time maybe just a lil bit!