“Who Goes There”
Knock, knock, open up your heart, let me in so that I can pitch and make my plea, we can be like 2 peas in 1 pod, then in our midst shall be the presence of God, I sigh, who knows what is with out first recognizing what wasn’t, you nod, I smile, can we not talk through your screen door, will you let me in so that I can seep through your pores and pour my poor soul all over you till I reach your core, where time doesn’t erode the codes of life, where sufficiency doesn’t beggot complacency symptomatic to a bore, the need to want more, to save and store, the itch to pay the fare and explore for that which is already there, put your hand over your heart and ask yourself, who goes there…
“Who Goes There” is A Pipoetry By: Randy Pipman ©Copyright Pipoetry 2013, All Rights Reserved.
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I’m Pharaoh Pip, I'm a syndicated blogger for Witish. I’ve been writing pretty much all of my Life, everywhere that I've gone, all that I’ve seen, things that I’ve heard, things that I've experienced, felt and thought of--all goes in to my writing process. I’m constantly writing and jotting down ideas & concepts in my head, a lot of that data is stored for long periods of time before they ever turn into rhythmic words in a sentence. Therefore the process of writing is always therapeutic for me; to get those things off of my chest into existence is like sharing my WiFi connection with you, that’s why my writings are somewhat all over the place subject matter wise. I don’t consider myself the quote end quote this type of writer, that only writes this type of way, I just like to write from the heart. What ever God puts on my Spirit the heaviest, I write about. Selah