(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

At Midnight

Fire works over the lake at midnight,
To help others is the truth;
Real deal with the muse of wisdom!
But a deep hole is also in the forest.

Surround, round!
Use the ways of the truth;
With love, peace and joy.

School, cool, stool, tool!
To be identified with the truth,
To be identified with your peers,
A special treasure is the truth.

The Heaven and the Highest Heavens!
The Earth and the deepest Oceans,
Thunder! ! Earthquake!
The earth opened its mouth and swallowed them all.

Mystic!
Fantasy,
Magic! !
Parables,
At midnight;
But seek for the House of Love,
The House Of Yahweh.

Fire works at midnight!
In the Book of Love,
Like the Book of Psalms;
Lot! !
Like the Zealot;
The truth is about true love.

At midnight,
With a refreshing sleep in the land of love;
With the muse of a new poet in neighbourhood,
But, do not give what is holy to the dogs! !

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Comments (3)

At Midnight! ! In the Book of Love. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.
One question though the last line? All deserve our Lord Yes? ! ! ! ! ! This I Feel/Believe! ! ! ! ! :)
Wow! ! ! ! ! A Beautifully Fascinating Poem! ! ! ! ! Filled With Joy, Wisdom, Spirit, Adventure, Magic, And Mystery! ! ! ! ! Awesome! ! ! ! ! Ever So Very Very Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++ Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! !