Sitting down in the park <br />Where men’s secrets are well hidden within the oak of brown trees <br />She told me I was different <br />Where long walks can never excuse the gash on God’s face <br />Not born normal this Elohim became him and pondered the day that Barak held office. <br />For business died with the mis-education of Brooklyn Hills <br />So I try to chill within vibrations of a girl with a smile bending over with the politics of an old spinster <br /> <br />Not depressed no more because love became anti inflammatory. <br />Living in a roller coaster that predates the descent of our inner diaspora <br />He lives and cant die! <br />From the abreaction of his lady. <br />But her souls honesty had the backdropp of darkness <br />Hence, the mental grave and the stench of Hades <br /> <br />I had to be humble and honey will come from the mumble <br />While my prostration be with the bumble bee <br />To believe is to try <br />For I die hard with some fragrance <br />To Shekinah El,2012 and the God of nine winds? <br />I begin.<br /><br />Josephe Buchanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-euphoria/
