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Brother I Am Coming Pt. 1

  • Writer: David Raskin
    David Raskin
  • Jan 5, 2024
  • 2 min read

I met the savior then onto earth again I went!

I met the savior and I had a fresh new birth; I had his majesty’s [consent]

I met the savior then onto earth again Anna along with company ferried me

Down to earth via purgatory’s downward fresh cleaned vent

I met the savior and again got out of bed in the room I rent

I met the savior and attended The Red, silent, might, of nature's skybound tread

 

In the blue still sky ovaled with white clouds, in the still silent gaze against the suns rays, In mid air on top of the silent white roaring/west bound mph,

No Longer was I inside the afterlife’s sounds and decay.

 

I was on the cloud, and to the left of me stood a woman and her group of people standing neutral

Outloud while looking at me the puzzled latino long haired hound,

 

I was resurrected the malware off my mind was dissected!

Inside flowers for Autism/Algernon Again I felt pleasant!

I was Alive Again a fresh new notepad with a pantheist wielding pen.

 

I promised them that with their beautiful faces, I would also provide my strides, then my walk to the stadium after The reason to get out of bed, had nothing left to hide, And the march we were about to

Do stood for the awareness of suicide.

 

My young young family took my helm

Inside of the three river’s realm I was alive again,


After my trip to the sky, the wings, the black leaping window of the coroner,

I had the gait to my family’s stadium date, The summer weather was warmer,

There I was walking like that Pittsburgh foreigner. Wielding the work clothes

Like hey that Trooper hey that Stormer. My Family in the stadium about to march was right just

Around the urban jungles weedfilled corner.


In just spring, with my soul to bring, my wheels, my bird like heels, were there to meet the mourners.

And be just a friend like I was “born to”


The Motorcycles parked only just right there had a big wide trait.

Torn was still the scars of my non blood family’s minds over his fate. But the rate of

My puzzled gait finally made it to the Hermes wings, the tracks, the suicide awareness march date.


11:03am

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