DJ upstairs

[popsadie]

trying something different...i've had bits and pieces of this poem in my notebook but until now I haven't been able to finish it...so i decided to make myself finish it here....
DJ upstairs

I've been finding my words don't cut it anymore
So last night I turned a song into my prayer
Making a special request to the DJ upstairs
Spinning phat sounds and bleeding my soul
Holding tightly his scapel and a kicking melody
He sliced into a frosty spirit last night..aka "me"
As those red rivers flowed, they gathered round my feet
And I could hear phrases of a wonderous angels' symphony
Showering hope,love,light and an endless majesty

 

[DancingBarefoot]

Great poem, popsadie. Spirit moves in mysterious ways.

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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**

**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**