[Poem] Bojo's Prophetic Dreams (2 of 3)

 by Emmit Other

Hop to the hip to the bip to the bop do the rhythm to the world

there's a rhyhtm to the world.

There's beauty in chaos

That is true 

But when a shovel hits you in the face

You forget about 

The Rhythm of the World.

Time.

Time was the one thing there was never enough of.   You were not dumb.

Not really.

You just didnt't think quikly.  

You felt the world go by

Like you were the slowest of turtles

But smarter than other people thought

And so you never got a break

And so you made your way in the world

And you became Grave Robber

And you made a pact

And the pact you made as

To repay the descration of Death

With the Sanctifaction of Death

But it took a few days

For you to understand the word Santication

But once you had it

You had it and mastered with the strength of the Eearth itself

You dug into the deeper truths

Where once you dug into thought

Then you dug into mystery 

But you do not understand this when you are awake

And you only dream it when you are asleep

And hear whipsers of voices

Vices of deep

Deep and powerful things

You hear the Dreamer

And the Dreamer is in your mind

And your mind is not built like the others

For you are the judge who refuses to call himself a Judge

But it is not a verb but. noun

And sometimes there were times

When Jstice

Was only a thing oyu could do yourself

Sometimes Kings Failed

Sometimes Churches or Priests broke their word

And in those times

The Only Justice That You Had

Was the Justice You Carried

Witin Yourself.