Where dreams Began

(Photo Isle of Skye, Scotland)

In My Stead

i found these hands inside my head

removing all the words i'd said

i said, to these hands, i said,

"get to the outer side of my head

oh for sure for soon you're dead.

for what's inside me is mine", i said

"my words, my thoughts, i am fed,

all mine well versed and well read!

what's mined is mine in mind ahead."

founding the find of golden mined

thoughts from old and new and bread

the life giving life bearing treasure bed

wisdom, revelation, heart eyes lead,

and heart eyes agreements bled,

for my sole whole was stead

for i am counted amongst the dead

freed from a dismal life of dread,

free to mine the mind of said

a mind well said as i be lead

on my account he set forth bled

such love i love forever said.

past agreements we be said

to our future they be wed

with death's destruction they are bred

to silence golden words of said

to take you down to death's dark bed

you'll find your mind in darkness lead,

the said be set, and be said

these sticky hands inside your head,

on an angry course of curses fed

to empty heart, soul, spirit's breath

in death, foul death, without regret.

their mission from the darkness lead

with every sulphur stinking breath

whispers dripping deepest dread

with hatred laced and hatred fed

bent on derangement of one who bled,

on our behalf to save thus said.

from agreements i am shed

through confession of all been said

and to the cross is nailed instead,

past, present, future credited.