My baby has taken a leave from me
My baby does not love me anymore
It's a worry the little notes on walls
It's the paperless kisses in the holes

My baby is just a long lost friend
My baby came to stormy realisations
It's a worry the trendy dreams jotted
It's the plain poetic dellusional tunes

My baby has a frown of grown horns
My baby vacated the walls of destiny
It's a lightening strike of the emotions
It's a collapse of the clouds we laid

My baby let this kiss lead to destiny
My baby let abundance ambulate
It's not what I really wanted to hear
It's decedent of the decanted time

Blood spurts on the corners of streets
where life and building are unchanged
blue veins on the reign of promises

The bricks and blasts of remnant blocks
where breaths are evaporated in tunnels
and arteries tied as a glorified organism

The town of utter destruction and war
Where teams are unruly and predictory
On sips of summer and tips of winter

Join the choir that whistles the mass
away from the gory undignified ring
to the summits of victorious pleasure

Red on glass tells ruby stories
of fire fanning a glow flame
as the embers evoke the dame

The flow of ice on winter strolls
sailed on clouds of fled dreams
spaces where a lover lend a kiss

Red wine wins the dance floor
on corners of critical observation
where pawns seek prices to devour

The flow of songs on a fantasy bed
Tounging words and rounding rods
Below the confetti bursted blessing

Poetry and music 
are the flowers of our Father
Mother’s eyes are serpents
and she binds them to her daughters
keepers of the dawn
dream their longing into song
only freedom and vision
can balance the Giver's mission
while wise women give birth to warriors
sages offer seeds and silence to the Sun
burning candles and incense
water bowls are filled with floating petals
and copious copal censors 
recklessly shape-shift
into sparkling moonstone necklaces

Sugar pops, hush, push the trash
I walked in the murk for a while
masked on the vast lonely channels
marked end on ends by the valleys
as minutes trend, the silence poked
distanced by those shadowy growls
at the cornered downy crossroads
the birds sung, the winds blew
the sun scorched, thunders ailed
grass on pebbles, grass on swamps
pebbles on ice, swamps on hills
wading the course of polluted seas
losing touch, a relinquished religion
losing time, a conceptual delusion
losing love, a prolific demolition
finding time for mere isolation
I walked in the murk for a shine
Sugar pops, hush, pull the flash

Hold the tired hands suppressed by eons
calloused by the tears of generational fears
carousel your caress in resonated templed arks
harks of walks, ever fervent, reverenced and etched

Tender love from ancient ambient scented rocks
metamorphic withered limestones in evolvement
sedimentary chains of life, tagging in ageless dreams
of resurrections from the eye of the untorn needle

Inside the river beds of playful flights
counting the pebbles overshadowing
divine footsteps of unleashed corners

Touching toe tips, rushing sole slips
looking for the chariot cayote wings
as unclogged wheels rev from the rear

Drifting unbarred, glinding on ponds
grounded plodding the zodiac rods
Drafting on bars of rafted sounds

Dream ohh creature of the heaven sail
on the gates where lovers glaze arms
then fall at the dare fin of blissfulness

An angel kind with a kiss resurrected
wiping tears with a smile of sentiment
holding an exist in bed of cold nights