Shell of A Man
Oh Ye shell of a man, what shall I do to maintain circulating in thee passed the very second I’m summoned to return back to the 4 corners of my keeping, what shall I say to my Keeper, what kind of plea can be made to refrain and retract direct Words spoken by the Alpha Speaker, shall my galvanizing disposition move Him discreetly to the point where I myself won’t lose my purpose for trying to pose as an Esquire amongst the ancient pillars of the wise bearers of His architecture, shall it be because thy art a faithful believer that He should be assuaged by my tardiness to whirl back to my recycling post, and await patiently for my next assigning host, would He for once make exceptions and disregard that my actions to disobey direct orders aren’t boastful against Him, oh Ye shall of a man, why hath He even made thee in His image then placed thee above all the hosts of Angels, and yet designed thy temple to be so fragile, alas, as thy art finally accepting that I can not break, bend nor reshape the rules and stay with in thee any longer, thy thoughts begin to align with our Creator and every shorter pull of me becomes more peaceful, the Veil has torn and everything behind it is now see through, the defining moment when everything is made plain and you’re collecting the wages of thy sin, oh Ye shall of a man, we’ve had a great season, full of pain, joy and laughter, you pull me in oh so gently savoring every inch of thy building’s matters and Ye for once felt not an inch of insecurity within thy living quarters, then, instantly Ye release me to sleep with all of thy Fathers and Mothers before thee, alas, oh Ye shell of a man, welcome, thy first pull of me is always so heavy, oh how heavenly, baby don’t cry so sorrowfully, calm down and breath easy, now look, that’s mommy and nope that’s not daddy… Oh Ye Shell of A Man…. Selah
“Shell of A Man…” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) 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