D pebble messenger.

THE PEBBLE MESSANGER
Leering faces buzzing like bee's in a hive
Hovering around me
wanting to suckle this flood of inspiration
Boiling ,churning ,raging, burning
within the mind of this pebble messenger from isreal's brook
A lode star illuminating the way
Seeing past these mocking lip's
Sprouting gibberish full of feud , jung and theodor reik
Here is mud to your eye's
such patronising eyes n,darting, doutful glances
At this supple verses
pliant enough tosuckle and absolve
but spit and wacth,this din of everlasting murmuring
go rolling in the the dust,
sprawled wide, face in dirt
Temper,temper!
waching the vesperrise and fall
fleeting strains darting here and there
Falling, limping, runing,
And go leaping in to the blazing dawn.