jj jackman rescue man - index
be love the wings on which they ride? (2/21/2000) he won’t be there love when you pass but rather as transparent glass through fading sight you’ll see my eyes your image won’t return in lies i bear the guilt of your swift fall i could not break through concrete wall first awl then file for countless tries these twelve inch bricks with endless plies and chips do fly as bearers pall the pulse of peoples love in hand and just like ‘Lizbeth’s rallied fans ‘fore eyes in mass an endless strand be these then all but wishers-well a small raised stage be your whole land! their beck and call became your plans and of the close encircling band do friends come through i can not tell at ten i knew air permeates at twelve, anamoly and dearth at fourteen Chaucer as in smoke then Beowulf, sole surviving drop to papal flames at eighteen Dekker, Webster, Kyd, Middleton, Rowley, Marlowe, Ford as gloom does flow from poet’s pen why am i privy to these facts? that rarely good can happen here why am i privy to these facts? freed from the gates of hell so wide i’m sweating drops of swelt’ring fear her fateful end is drawing near why am i privy to these facts? be love the wings on which they ride? i bear the guilt of your swift fall i could not break through concrete wall first awl then file for countless tries these twelve inch bricks with endless plies and chips do fly as bearers pall and now there’s no place i can hide i’ll be there on that day my dear no guard will break my bounding stride your likeness in my sight so clear for seconds then we will be near he won’t be there love when you pass but rather as transparent glass through fading sight you’ll see my eyes your image won’t return in lies