Brandon Griffee Poems
|2.||Deceitful And The Wretched, The||5/15/2006|
|4.||Night's War, The||5/15/2006|
|5.||Defeat The Block||5/15/2006|
|6.||Drink The Water Of Aspiration||5/15/2006|
|8.||Taste Of Expression||5/15/2006|
|11.||A Debate On: Pulse||5/15/2006|
|12.||Playing With Fire In A Thunderstorm||5/15/2006|
|15.||Water The Roses||5/15/2006|
Comments about Brandon Griffee
Laying on the grassy ground,
conversing with a rock I'd found,
It told me a spew of lies,
so I threw it in the road to die.
A truck drove by with a 'clunk! ',
Swerving into muck it sunk,
Walking over to see the damage,
'Twas a disturbing image.
Painted on the surface of the rock was a drawing of a malignant hand gesture that was aimed in my direction.
So I threw that damned rock into a volcano and watched it melt as shared my middle finger with it.
The bull was sacrificed today.
It shattered on the offering table.
Its meat spoiled as it greeted the air,
and lit ablaze.
plague and disease,
the weak will retreat,
the faith-filled will die.
Fallacies have been introduced.
The uncertain might turn.