Even those Candles could no more Define
As what your Soldiers call your own Best Day
Where Valiance and Virtue steep on your Time
Then allow these Records to Sing on your Way
Which, despite, your Custom bid to Conserve
Though much of their Favours pray for his Skill
Must they sing - or dream - else wait for their Turn
If through the seine fish his own Heart to ****
Which is why, with you, must he Advertise
Your Solemn Attendance of Wild Youths meet
For Dames to know; And Fruits to Realise
His Exposed Temple un-sold on the Street.
Let your Feast rage on; Yet Folded Hands keep
When your Precious Gem his Reward will reap.

Hello, Lad. Months-by-Months your Frame stood last
Seemingly asking why I took to Stare
Earlier in White; Then later in Suave
Probobly asking why I must Compare
Yet shrug my Sides as I beg your Aplomb
As much as Bob's Uncle be so Polite
In fairness, Conscience reprieve this draft Comb
Hoping which Minted Dames nip you in-spite
Now that's Blokey! Ferment this Promised Man
Yet set your Seeded Expectations flow
Take it from me; Less Abrasions you can
And trust the Seasoned Youth in your arms Grow.
Well, be Well. To which I pray your Joy's Ripe
To weave your Dogs; And in design a Knight.

Youthful One, Blessed God's Fingered Hands Youth
How we met in this White Dimension fill
And read your Verses with Roads of Fine Truth
Does mend my Doubtful Moments for the ****
Such were the Visions imprinted at Hand
Which the Gun and the Weeper beg for Place
Yet *** these Minuses for Creation's land
Your Fashion by purpose ignites my face
Now, for your friend's Warring Moments let Balm
So your Connection induce their own Growth
Just let those same Verses promote their Calm
And see how long will Inspire their Worth.
Then she arrives. And your Gift no longer kept
To feed this Dying Earth after she wept.

One could Absorb your Stubborn Skies depend
Always in Place your Giggley Heart beseech
Though the News deny what we Comprehend
A Diversion cast her Arm within Reach
So who am I to blight these Palms interfere
Shake lots for Stones which analyse your Weight
And in her Notice lift Pebbles from Fear
To ensure both your Equal Tendons does freight
And just as well when your Timing will strike
Then purchase all your Experiences thereof
To lift this Altar; Rich in Offerings like
Then admit to her Moment's Heat so Soft.
I said I could. Though such Commitments break
If for the Mind my Week's Training forsake.

The Giant Hogweed of North Europe's Crest
Dress its Rowdy Poison to all save for Swine
And how Daring its pungent class Infect
To sever its Fruits from out of its Kind
Indeed, disappoint this Gardener throw
To add Collection as his Ornament
Now since Decree blast as a Pest it shows
Qualified its leaves as Combustiment
Did by Behaviour the Great Mother spare
Thorny Systems and Scales for Dignity?
How thoughtful. Which Gratitude must you bare
And decrease this silly Admosity.
In case you learned, the Maple State cried war
The death of your Species pray End by far.

I guess, within your Brand-of-Efforts brew
Stream-Soaked Ideals where Sentiments speak
Though occupied, replenish Thoughts a-new
Though Birthed in Praise; Simple your Tastes indeed
For one could pick your Choice of Hearts adore
Yet keep Investment to a Safe Degree
Given your Craft; With Statues plead for more
Wishing one Day those would shatter Free
I applaud you then; Valued by such Applause
As Smoother Humans bubble on the Rough
Regardless of Views; Such Malice bestraught
And let Three Sisters advise when enough.
Perhaps that would be the Theme of your Swine
To cushion Cravings; And comfort the Blind.

As you dear Eminent Sample deserve
The Lone Star Beauty induce your Folks Proud
From your Labours Just and Hard-Earned Reserve
Won this Institution of Trumpets sound
Of this where Marked and Raised Doctors combine
Now spread your Sheet to Write the Athletes prove
And Brand this name - the Name so long Divine
Postpone his Sentiments yearning to Love
I pound no Pillows; Save of Honest Gold
To where this Verser's Promise takes to Flesh
For her Joy's Sake by her Knowledge behold
Draw out their Blessed Strings at her Expense.
The Waters do turn; And turn to Stars follow
Her Spangles must Fly; For they Heal the Sorrow.

Now that your Patron unleashed a New Type
One which your White Shirts admit to Preserve
To simply remind your Young Plans will Hype
And Honour the ****** you so deserve
Though moot my Labours to buy your Consent
And cast Riddles in that Once-Dodgy Box
For Eyes the Pineapple begs to Event
And blast this Potent to infect like Pox
Yet yours the Hopeful Spirit Trust will still
Despite my Dark Prophets ***** the Doubt
To my Business be Faith and Hymns until
Your Sovereignty I can now live without.
This Better to own; My Affairs be mine
And let Choices your Investment be thine.

Upon this Night hence I haggled the Thief
And pruned the Sky for a Tastier Deal
To which these Replies flow Raindrops so brief
Then page Illusions their Moments be Real
Perhaps. At the Moon press Answers divine
Then cause the Lunatic to preach his own Code
Till when Love's Taste turns Sour as thine
And Sweetness coats such Fine Sugar absorb
Perhaps. To the Sun do Increments form
When no other Value would hasten the Taste
Allow Baser Voices secure the Norm
The sacrifice your Core all into Waste.
These Motions end. A Lemon all I could give
For your Seed's Joy; Which for her you shall Live.

Like Authorisations on a client's card
So would fall-off in days spare this Complaint
And force my Red Ghost to ripen that hard
And let Destitute be that of a Saint
And Act needed must. To cleanse this Theatre be
So would allow Fresher Faces perform
Then yours a greater Sprint spectators see
Your Decision the Rainbow must conform
Thus should Sunny Deeds flick their Noses fly
Else *** your Healing Scent to Interpret
When most of Earth's Fortunes mammer there-by
Once more squeeze Cackles from a tourniquet.
All of these Known; And all as just Aware
Stilt your Fine Goals; From whose Mercy bleeds there.

To Adjust those Keys laid bare in your Display
Where Mindset and Wit take hours to perform
Then ply the Goddess of Vaudeville's way
Promote her Issues as Emotion's Storm
So would mine be the Flavour of her Act
And follow her Wares draught for Reasons why
Maybe my Life, such dictated from Fact
To Servitude create Voices on High
Loony. And Scary. So many sane Verbs
Plot these Parcels think Citisens are blot
Yet soon as Decrees worm-out into Words
Would Prune-Filled Dancers bake these Creeds forgot.
Happily sprint, and plate in all Life's flat
Accept this Tea's spread; And for Tea begat.

So here I am,
Sitting on a Everhard Rock
Minding my own Personal Business
Riveting my Eyes to the vast, distant Grassland
And withered Trees shaking for liveliness.

The Wind, flowing free and gay
Rustling Leaves in every same way
Tornadoes of small sizes spin them round-and-round
Till every last Sheet of them is never found.

As my Sight continues to scan every Natural Being
The Sunlight's spectrum heats my forehead's gleaming.

Summer if you may say,
But I do not:
Breezy Atmospheres, Falling Leaves
Make it all Impossible
And Animals in terms of Dying Grounds
Begin to rot.

In all Sudden Time
I felt quite bored
Maybe if I raised my God-Given Hands
I could sing to your Praise, O Lord.

Then I stood,
Breathing in that precious Air
Filling my tender Lungs with Fresh Feelings
And my Brain with Shattered Flares.

Trot, walk, trot, walk,
There was a Time that I didn't stalk
My Progressive Mind began to accumulate Stoney Thoughts
Something...That involves my Nature
Without getting caught.

WHOOSH!
My Back felt that forceful Breeze
Thinking of me as one oppressed Stone
And pushed me towards the Lowlands
With its Frosty Whirls that made me freeze.

Herds of Cows mooing
And Cockrels ****
A Menagerie of Sounds
That I never tried to mock.

For in those Sounds
Symbolise Nature's way to auduce
Those Tenacious Vibes wiggle my Eardrums
Making my Restless Heart feel Joy.

My Humiliated Uncle
Always seeks Help
A Thank You is what I get
Whenst helping a Whelp.

Father, my Noble Roots
Dig-up for Space
For our Everyday Food
As we carry them as Loot.

Mother, my Beloved
Cooks for our Family's Meal
And calls us Everyday in Time
Reminding us that Supper...Is perfect Mead.

Cousins, Brothers, Sisters and Babes
Become my Best Companions
Never leave me alone in Misty Loneliness
So they asked me to Play; so I joined
And accept their Loving Tenderness.

These are all my Boons
Of the Mother's Greatest Gift;
Nature: For she is a Mother too
And Family - thank God - do I have one
Which I promised to bond with them like Flexi-Glue.

In this Still Day my Heart sings
The Beauties of our Lord's Greatest Creation
Including Me
In One, Holy Ring.

This Supple Mystery
I haven't known
Since the Final Preface of It
Hasn't shown.

Nevertheless,
I am content with what God has given Me
In all His Merciful, Holy Time
He made me what I am to be.

I Myself, in very frank Thoughts
I realised are Part to what God has given me
The Difference from Others is that I'm Immortal
Which makes me rich in Everlastiness.

Spitefully speaking
All Things, in Everyone's name must die
There is a Great Beginning and a Despairful End
One which a Soul cannot escape and lie.

We People, even I
Cannot be delivered from Death.
Our Bodies will soon find itself in Decaying Matter,
Leaving our Precocious, Material Wealth.

But Hope,
Will always last long.
Bodies may die in vain,
But our Souls will always be FREE.
Sadness may exist in Triumph
But Joy will still come in Glee.

Nature too, can be called to the Reaper's Scythe
Grass proudly swivering in the Wind cut-down,
Heaven and Earth can be called to Time
But God's loving Hope and Peace can never be called to Death.