The Wrinkles are Mine
Dr. Sonny Alonzo Dotson-Johnson
Philosopher * Author * Televangelist * Spiritual Leader * Psychic Medium * Entrepreneur
Poem by: Sonny A. Dotson-Johnson
The Wrinkles are Mine
in the age of one million skins
scaling and renewing with the passage of thoughts
whaling in the sage of innocence
the diminishing whales of river
nothing more but time
the wrinkles are mine
I am more than the shells at sea
enlarging the turbulence of what I see
shrinking the cumbering waters
there is more to what I shall be
there is more to me than that of time
the wrinkles are mine
who is that who calls me
the seeking of the doors definite shut
pleading with dangers that I trust
dancing with the deceased at dusk
the lives and the line
the wrinkles are mine
the pressures from weight not carried
bending in the sofa's of depression not buried
rising out of the bed of centipedes
into the wars of summer
the showers of sour spring
the wrinkles are mine
who is that who asks if I live
keeping the waves of all that is wanting
pacing back and forth towards the dragon
the flower that smells of heavens garden
the serpent snares and warns of ice
all that is there
all that is here
forever
near
the wrinkles are mine
the wrinkles, surely, are they mine