Sometimes I think my verses are bare and raw.
The same way I believe I have a way with words,
I feel I don’t.

Sometimes I wish I could shape them,
so they wouldn’t be so direct—
that I could mold them
like water atoms between my fingers.

I don’t know.
Strange.

I just don’t want to be
so dry,
sometimes.

I
know
how cold it was
and
how cold I were
you looked inside my heart
snowed asunder,
alone
you
stood
Frozen
by what I have chosen.

Until such a time
Don't leave yourself unprepared
Noon gun's at Fu-moon's

day meets night
thorn's and thistles

He's the one
bells and whistles .

If you are this
You can't do that
The rules are clear
As a matter of fact
If one of us
Stands over there
The line gets toed
With precise care
Don't talk to them
Or speak there of
For we are right
And they so wrong
If you long to stand
On the right side of history
Grasp your ankles
Accept the fistory!

Vultures
came across a time
where ?
bridges built for peace
are a sanctimonious beast
cobbled with grace
breaking hearts
and damaging feet.
They
just wafted a wing
sat at the table
enjoying the feast.