My Final Poem

desert this below a kiss
blow open the door;
sit next to a two bit *****
in shallow peaks we gain our reach return to speak
enough of the bad stuff no word below its cuff
shadows in the brightened morn
if there's a rose will beg a thorn
Pac would have been proud the Grecian Urn appears
below the breeze an acorn below a tree
slight of hand will lead to understand
move closer then ever before
love in its painted view
in the light of the slightest hint
shadows again block the vortex of the eye
love in its fullest foughht born disease
come closer then ever before
carry yourself mild get a bit wild
tremendous push into its mix
sorrowful scent below the push

These are the final days
caught below some purple haze
stuck in the window of affliction
barnyard goat reserved the roast;
take some time to think we look in the mix
solace, from here to pause the way you think
love is fallen duration in a lucky behind
shades of wrath above the Fulton mask
this is my final poem with words to cope to learn
red, grey & blue

heat around the meadow barren in the unique circle
as I look to the East through an oceanic view
these are the mark of a man family jewels
a scent of green ivy of how one depends
Lori & I
walk along the beach
try to catch that frisbee so out of reach
we reserved the right to be custom made
brave as your kind made from behind
some have busted their *** no one gets by on any free pass
we can learn to cope
having a fight with the soap on the right

Shades of red, blue & green
living in a land so very mean
search through the newspapers to begins
search through an encounter
getting up their in age
to learn from your mistakes
search through the window
plug up your ear
a search as the queer
love in the instant