My way and conduct
Is modesty
Even though the garden
Become a paradise

I threw myself at the sun
and right over a ledge
I thought it needed a hug
might have been a dream
or a prophecy
can't remember if I fell.

I was reading old Aristotle,
If a woman is not rational,
Find me a man who is.......
It's a bit of a fetish,
Blaming women for men's blip,
Who is a rational man?
Any known politician?
Any other human?
Media are the modern tribe,
Feeding us daily diatribes,
Who is really rational?
Don't ask me or Aristotle!!!!

anger unabated
as sinful "humanity"
sows
karmic seeds
of self destruction
the future
visceral
in the present

fear not radicals
as we break bread together
we hunger as one

Ancient distant stars
A window into the past
That lights present skies

I'm the cold hard ground
But she is the gentle rain
That makes flowers grow

What a pesky pesky itch inspiration is,
Especially when you have no way of scratching it.