El, Ow .v.

El,
Ow
.v.

Like the bay tree,
Lying with passion
Hearing the waves passing
Shifting from side to side
Sifting from wrong to right
Unlike, the liquid of rain and rivers
Bored with tasteless drifters.
Watching the sun, set
Observing the secret,
On how the stars imitate the tales of
El,
Ow
.v.
Like the Messengers of God,
Loving the uneven --and odd,
See love, had
Depicted pigments to show hurt
Love had unspoken words
An action showed, by the widow birds
Whistling songs of pain
Soaked with tears of bitter rain,
Blues
Tunes, of their blood fuse,
Everlasting bruise, like
The engraved tat’toos,
El
Ow
.v.
We undervalue
by I, and you
Ending with I, and who?
Lies is confound with the truth,
And now the truth, can be lies too,
See, love was good,
Before it was Ms. Under. stood,
Before she satisfied, your manhood,
And before he, could but
El
Ow
.v.
See, it was those days,
Before the deceptive phase,
Where dreams would chase,
And dreams would embrace,
The modest and grace,
Love knew its partner,
And it would hunt her,
And the clouds would cover
Like the womb of a mother,
While she hover

El
Ow
.v.
Knows me
And I know him,
Cause I was his victim
When my life was dim,
I was captured by sin,
Tortured to sin, and sin
Was his only way to grin,
But I persisted to grim,
Insisted to be virgin,
For Heaven spoke to me
And I was supposed to be,
Supposedly, with
Mary,
Facing Mecca,
Conversing,
Observing, the sinful,
An act of evil,
Because
El
Ow
.v.
Is a counterfeit of
L.o.v.e.