A soft sanctuary within the catacombs of loneliness arepas soul of Hope of digging me racist through madness and confusion in a blind rage. The clouds versus sadness cleansing my reg enjoy Bazaar laughter of joy and sadness loneliness and hopelessness, impending doom at every turn. I burrow this and that the river's edge my own piece of conflict is the sound of river flow over the drowning rocks.

Rivers and canals weave there way inducing meditative contemplation of the delicate forces that govern this Earth. So violently beautiful in their soft movement, serene, invigorating. I am surrounded, envisioning a soft ride to Nirvana within this flow. I açhe, long for meaning, abolishing religious views forced. I desecrate your Christ for his failure, his illusionary tale all have bought. I pity the desperation so rampantly spread, an airborne contagion. I laugh at the book of of lies you live by to provoke reaction, see disgust, feel the loathing. I use holy water to inject misery. The one called Christ has yet to stop suffering as I fall towards the river cradling this cancer stricken çhild. Floating on pride realizing I am the power all seem to crave. I am the universal dream unseen, the tree which bares no fruit, the water,grass. I am a  insect begging for survival, a clown in search of laughter, a parasite in search of a host, the leaf which falls upon the earth within the nights silence. I am decomposition which takes life, the horror which terrorizes the children at night, the silent scream, tortured dream, I am insomnia. I am  death, breath, Agony vrand the Joy of a newborns eyes of wonder. I am the river that flows at my feet, the blindness to truth. I am but a current of life an all encompassing understanding. I am serenity in all her glory, cancer in remission leaving you wondering, a martyr sacrificing sacrificing time in a sTeal cages to search for answers to unasked questions finding truth in self, terrified within this soft shell tears forming entrails to feed upon the hatred of fear.
         A ruler lost in a kingdom sadness. The rapids spell a violent reprisal from this grazed Field, my body weakened by disease a flow I can't endure much longer. The beauty, the violence coexist so perfectly balanced. This river offers everything yet nothing, offers a soft bank to rest my weary head and contemplate the poppies soft promise of grandeur.

Rivers and canals weave there way inducing meditative contemplation of the delicate forces that govern this Earth. So violently beautiful in their soft movement, serene, invigorating. I am surrounded, envisioning a soft ride to Nirvana within this flow. I açhe, long for meaning, abolishing religious views forced. I desecrate your Christ for his failure, his illusionary tale all have bought. I pity the desperation so rampantly spread, an airborne contagion. I laugh at the book of of lies you live by to provoke reaction, see disgust, feel the loathing. I use holy water to inject misery. The one called Christ has yet to stop suffering as I fall towards the river cradling this cancer stricken çhild. Floating on pride realizing I am the power all seem to crave. I am the universal dream unseen, the tree which bares no fruit, the water,grass. I am a  insect begging for survival, a clown in search of laughter, a parasite in search of a host, the leaf which falls upon the earth within the nights silence. I am decomposition which takes life, the horror which terrorizes the children at night, the silent scream, tortured dream

I am the lost tear that drains your eyes longing to stay on your cheek, longing to settle for lips of consequence, of love, of tortured nights alone. I am the tear that falls alone , unheard memories, taken by the breeze to an unheard landing alone upon  the adverse concrete looking for salvation, love, companionship, compensation for this brutal ejection. I am the tear looking for a home, I am the tear that dissipates alone and unheard.