At Vail,
I am a circus dog to no sail,
A reluctant adjourn I face,
Now this circus has no circus dog to graze،
Unfaithful yet I  abide,
despot creater by my side,
Now I am a dog that eats no bone,
Recently peace is all I have known,
It baffles me so,do I deserve this meat ?
No show to put,tied to this seat
There is no might to slake
Wisdom in me is left unawake

Time carries your scent away,
in tiny rebellions,
in sheer mock.

Myopic fad,
She's meant to feel for a man the love they never had,
Encumbering the lit sky she gazes softly,
as if a pry or a feeble cry,
Forthwith,
She senses religion  butchered and dry,
A loveless man with a lifeless gaze,
Jeopardizes her feminine craze,
In atonement of her birth,
She forces out if her a clay,
Her whims one with the wilting hay,
In this life is she to taste,
An unprecedented warmth or a love so chaste?,
Or lend her power,
So futile man can praise himself every hour.

Don't worry
it's only with my blood
that I'm crying.

Sunset and my sight is reddened.

There's a canyon in the badlands and
It's Montana that takes hold of my hands
to lead me in deeper.

Only in America
thank the Lord
for small mercies.

The petals are plucked,
The seeds are dry,
the earth is ******,
and
I am a weapon with peace to find.

am I a grave?
Merely a passive shrug to life's incessant rave

God truly I am withered!
While I am to console others petals that fall

Is my happiness a smiling face?
It is the momentary death I taste?
When I scar my leaves
While my hopelessness I tease.