why does the past feel warm?

                         could it be an illusion of

my room temperature mind?

“what’s your favourite shape?”
                            
                               “I don’t know, what’s the shape
                                               of you?”

"the freeway from here, can you hear it?"
              
                                                 ­             "...it sounds like an artificial river."

our autumn fizzles                                               we're losing our mind
away into the winter                                            but in the sharp night
and the beckoning mirage                                   there it stands;
it begins to splinter                                               the subtle light

tending to our garden
planting peonies and orchids
solemnly growing so florid

from generation to generation
our kids can frolic and play
symbolic of our love's stay

Let freedom ring from the highest mountaintops,
but first know:
You are a slave to the machine, stuck:

Consent was never given.
Capitalism conquered our vision
of right,
of wrong,
of things well beyond,
and all the air we breathe.

It shapes our thoughts,
acceptance the lot
given to US, you and me.

The children that mine,
the beggars that crawl,
the infants that starve,
a price for us all.

In this we are bound,
from this we might flee,
otherwise fight
with fury and glee.

Fires we'll set,
smoke we'll inhale,
chains will sunder,
freedom exhaled.

Or perhaps it best,
that we stay slaves of rest
ignorantly sipping our tea.

behavior as intentions witness, silenting guilt behind ink and canary

astute is the way with less fire in the minds
pondered is the way away from why
to the knowing of a end

to suffering
without a confronted windows painting

asked less of the lines of fate,
having release the snake and fed the dragon

the wicked game obstructing
the desire of surrender in suffering

the blank page, clerical errors
death certificates of poor american boys
you take to your grave too

telling of notes you won't write
finding silence and then another desire with fire
lasting copper's glancing freedom's with teeth
yes i, have been true

"losing" to another her running back time to catch his adew
the waters drinking vampired behind the lies
is his steam still viable????? lusted crimes of secretaries desk's