Beauty in all it's forms.
Art for arts sake

Sake bombs and souls to shake

We are as we will,
With new skin about.

Skin to mettle

Skin

with which
we meddle



Endevore, with course designate

With flags to stake.
Or coward, shake.

The uncharted course.
The the unbridled rake.

For green will spew anew

Seen in passion,.
Seen in green.
Seem serien

Subjucate
Placate

Nought abdicate

In do time
In due course

Find us unfettered
If ever off course.

So ever of you
In Lieu
of you

The folly of scam
The folly anew

We the forsaken
We of the green

Folly  for those
Who Folly unseen.

I do not fight for gain
I am at words with me.
I am hellfire.

No to it
To antagonists of youthful endevore


Where if i to wear
We're to hope and wane

And
To
You

False gravity

Too all that give false
Hope

To you

To those who favor shame.

Gaze upon
the sun for coin
An Abacus balanced of bliss

The paper plot
The gold to sift

The burial
The memory

The hurt.
We cast adrift

Weathered,  worn and shaken.
I saw and felt. I wish never again these pangs.

You saw and responded, you seceded from.
You receeded from pain.
You of gain

This is mine
This is ours
This we meet again

Hours,years. How I go,
availe myself.
Undressed in humility.

We're If I not, who is at fleeting and false of self.
Of Wolf an will

Words of comfort are jagged tooth and claw
Words of truth and mau

Reckless
Resonate
Repeat

I am not retreat

I found something to break
That would make humpty Dumpty blush
I found something to break
And beat it to a mush.

This thing  I did break
Within left it's wake
Asunder am I
As a lush do I quake

Fractured and scattered
In every which way
And never together this thing will now stay.

Bend to its will.
Move or stand still.
Am I a person?
Or soul to distil.

Is this the real?
If i cannot feel .
Emotions aplenty
I found I could steal.

So lost on my way.
In this race for my say.
In this loosely fit  person suit
Roles did I play.

I can be you.
From the truth I will flee.
If only I ever
Looked Inward to see.

The false and the foolish.
A make-believe me.

Bells ring.
I vault from bed,
hazy and cold.
To my eyes the world appears dreamlike.
I missed the waking.
The intermission continues.

A half filled glass of water,
is my greeting to a dawning consciousness.
It is the middle of the bed. It is concession.

Foot to floor sans slippers.
Resentments build.
Work to be done.

Be it my lot in life.
Be it my dreams.