Oh Hollowed BE, deep is the hole of THY Key, who can reach the pits of THY keep and unlock THEE, how about a round of applause for the CREATOR of Creating, conceptualizing your inherited thought processes and mines, theirs and ours, from the meeting point of the seed and the egg, take the yolk off around your brain and think, ions ago, out of a single train of thought, then, BOOM, Sound, you heard that BANG!!? it was Big, like a hit song everyone can sing, everywhere you travel, you hear the same tune in the car passing, the melodies in the wind, the words in a conversation, the cadence in someone’s stepping, the tone in a hum or a whistle, the beat in a tap, slow clap for the DEBATER of Debaters, can’t you see, that every opinion of every being is a grain of sand around HIS massing sea, your simple ideals are easily waved and moved from shore to shore, HIS words crash over all that is written by a mere mortal’s hand, washes it off for the next generation to scribe and proclaim that it is they that can stand the test of HIS Time, who can contain YOUR grander in a single thought during a single lifetime and not go insane, Hallowed be thy Name, oh Hollowed BE. Selah
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Hollowed BE” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2015, All Rights Reserved
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