A poem from CHAPTER 2:(Reflection/Food For Thought)from my recently published anthology entitled, "JUDGE ME NOT"due to be available in JANUARY 2011.
Brother Dewayne.
A MORSEL OF FLESH so weak, yet powerful
So filthy, so rich
A Greedy restroom insensitive to compassion
Just a playground for adult children to entertain
No pain no gain
Cautiously guard this morsel
Abundance of this flesh can be detrimental
Not enough can be an experimental waste
Relationships learn hard that good and evil reside in this morsel of flesh
Men and women do battle over it’s superior impact on love, life, and the pursuit of happiness
Both sexes share the warmness of this God given morsel
Yet at times this intriguing morsel is brutally cold, dry, and even fatal
In everybody there is a morsel of flesh
If it is whole then the body is whole
If it is diseased the the whole body is dis-eased
Every human being has one, and only God can judge it accurately
Truly it is the heart.
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