Hip hop-slickety splits, All ideals are not great hits. <br />What has words been written in time? ... <br />Lonely, lonely-deserted rhyme. <br />From this once holy, imaginative explosivley-scattered... <br />Failed to one's own self-which really did not so much matter. <br />The end is nigh as on clouded horizons... <br />Punished by God-to all his evil'd betraying minions. <br />Escaped hearts filled with fear... <br />Hopely a forgiven forgive'd-dueness as near.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thundered-lightening-spreads-clouds-so-near/
