Sermon on the Mount

Sermon on the Mount

Sermon on the mount!

Sermon on the mount!

Take me, oh preacher take me

to the sermon on the mount!

Sweet words are there,

Misheard of revolution,

Too long have I been gone

from where I belong.

To poke, to provoke,

To pour upon life,

On the nature of that

which we misconstrue.

What we misconstrue,

Mental paragraphs,

Random words,

I missed them so much.

Negotiations,

Negotiations,

Never with our Marxist

red constitution.

No more of the obscure,

No more of the hostile hostage,

No more of the starved

and starving.

No more of those starving us,

No more obscurity,

No more no mores

and now, sweet gains.

Cycles, returns,

Balance,

Return of our mature

sweet odor.

These hearts, these words,

I dream of the world that Chaplin did,

I dream of his world,

and you laugh.

Well I laugh at those who laugh,

I dare laugh at those who laugh at thought,

I dare laugh at any

who have laughed at the heart.

I laugh,

I love,

And both with my strong

healthy heart.

Published by James J Jackson, Jr

I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA.

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