Retrofitted, By God's Own Loving Care. Poem by Michael Gale

Mocking my desire only encapsulates my all engrossing, growing ire...
Speed me onward toward's my 'Four Sea's On 'El dutied flowering hour.
Encase me in an all encompassing overprotective, contraintly-constant power.
Latch onto my well concentrated, ill fated stare...
Can you believe in it's well informed, entrappening snare?
Heart and sorrow, begin anew...
How can one, uncaring person, mess with you?
Fast winded sands, spread outward it's vast desert scene...
Such a beautied sight, by man, can never be seen.
Oh, so obscene!
Retrofitted by God's own garage in the most Heavenly sky...
Long over ocean's waters, as far as the human eye, may ever see, or
espy.
A water fall's cascadence, tumbles down, miles to good ole' earth...
Worldly bowels, leading to a new renewed, splashing, liquidic birth.
Nature is God's beautied, artful scene...
Hopely, from the 'morrow, that scene twill never be broken.
Happly, by God, to be kept to heart and forever be well spoken...
A lasting preciouse, heart felt token.
Happly, by God, twill remain thy best kept, unbroken.