Black was night
And black the heart I held in my hands-
Silence washed over the land as the last echoes
From a stifled scream faded into the trees-
A raven pecked and pierced the petrified remains
Heat dissipated in slow spiraling wisp of steam from the heart
The flesh is rugged and rotten but the heart healthy
In all but hue-
What has been done
What have I done
An ebony figured behind shifted
I whisper "who's there"
It says "I've know you from before you were born"
"Could it be"
I looked into its eyes and couldn't see to see
Black was the heart
And black the soul
Black was the night
That the devil stole

Have you seen the Missouri
-the way the water runs
-how the surface reflects a thousand Sun's
-a sight that truly stuns
Have you seen the water roar with fury
-have you mingled in the mist
-have tasted mornings first kiss
-oh The things my heart list
About the mightiest Missouri

A golden Apple
A promised land
A ****** thorn
A knife in hand
A man of God
Can barely stand

A lonely Shepard
A Wealthy devil
In money each
Both will revel

Forever shall I be true
And do only what you would do
A mirror shall I be
Reflecting only thee
Your wants will wake me wherever I sleep
Over mountain, over sky shall I leap
To stand by your side waiting for command
Adhering to your every demand
I shall cast down my petty ways
And meekly crawl through clouded days
Just to please you my dear
Just to cope with my fear
Just until death draws near

The widow in the window wondered
If there ever was a feeling of joy
Before her and her husband sunderd
A thought that will destroy

The widow in the window weeped
At the loss of love
Now neither shall keep
The linen white dove

The widow in the window worried
Of dark thoughts on her mind
A hope for the distress to be hurried
A chance of joy to find

The widow in the window sunderd
The husband long dead
The widow in the window wondered
With doom upon her head

I've known a man after but a glance
I've cured my loneliness with just one word
And if the universe and all it's whims would chance
I would abandon this world

"That would be a lonely existence"
Yes quite peaceful
"What is you resistance"
I've had a stomach full

Of talk
Of small talk
Of all this trivial talk

All these intrusive people just annoy me
They stomp about with opinion in mind
And spout it upon anyone they see
Oh the deplorable people I seem to find

I see them staring, their tongue burning all the while
They want to enter with me in conversation
They breath into the air, and their breath defiles
Oh please think of conservation

I don't mean to be rude
But what you have to say bores me
Calm down, take a lude
And let it be

Here is a poem
About an occurrence that happened once in a blue moon
Grab your jeroboam
We'll drink for awhile stop. and then play a tune
Why you ask why not I say why not play a tune, say
Hey
Where've you been past days
I have some wine
Why not spend some time
Do you still drink your white with lime
Such a strange thing to do
Let me pour the glasses
One and two
There
Wait the cigars mise well smoke.'em
At such a celebration such
Yes yes here and missouri we love too much
Sit sit I'll grab them
I think I left them in the tackle box
Or maybe in the top drawer with my socks
I should hope not
You should hope not
Very unpleasant
And they the only ones I got
Such a waste
Ah here I've found them
I left them on the counter top
I wish my mind would stop
Here I've been ramblin on
When you've been gone
All this time
So long
Here take it it's local ya know
Wait stop there again I go
Talk talk
Let me here your story
Of past foreign glories
Of the landscape of sand
In a wartorn land
Just you alone
With rifle in hand
Only,
Well, only if you can
I...I ..wouldn't want to impose
Quite rude of me
Don't you suppose
I'm so sorry
Sit relax
Take that camel off your back
Here I'll hang it on a rack
And you help your self to bed
Hit the sack
Yes yes
We'll talk more tomorrow
Yes in the morning I think
Then we'll drink
Then we'll smoke
Then you can tell me
Over tea
Or wine
Or whisky
What it was like
In a country so risky
So backwards
So blue
So broken
So forgotten

Take a rest sleep for some time
In the morning it'll be "rise and shine on the biscuit line"