Before the silent gaze
Took me into formless mazes,
A thought was born
And I took open the smallest
Smile,
Under oak trees with grandoise
Flare that shade
Had made undet the burning
Of my calloused mind,
The insanity took A moment
To greet me into the brisk
Warm hill country sun.

I am and that is all.
I take peace in this, my soul
It seems is at the beginning
Where the children are steady
And the pale face of death smiles
Understanding
I was here among the tombstone
Of politics long since repeated.

Take aim and fire,
The predjudice reminds me
Of decades past long since
Buried,
I remember that crime dealt with
And repetitious grievances
Arise with postulated gratitude
As if brand new,
The sanity lies thin in erroneous
Generosity of reporting,
Give me a latitude
Elongated and a new world
Arises in the same ole
Problem,
Here in lies the code of insanity
Dressed in indifference,
Lost in ignorance,
Disguised as news
Repeating the same mistakes,
Conflicting interest and a life
Is a terrible waste
In the elitist game of revision.

I was scared once,
I realised the wrong was nothing
And I filled my own mind
With doubt.

What is guilt but the sin never
Committed? I said nothing
But words still rose against me.
And I stood my ground
Against the lie,
Ready to die for my truth,
I remained unspoken.
Accused of what and I dont care
Because I never knew the why....

Take me,
A million ways to die
And my words never spoke
What lies fed your heart,
Guilt was not my motive,
Only the fear of nothing
Commiitted in my name,

Im here in the fire,
Cool breeze running
At the sweat of words that
I never spoke,
And I can die a man,
Unspoken.

In a flash
I tore up the scapes unseen,
Where are you in all the
Fogged visions steamrolled into
The daily?
And I breathe,
Calm your dear pen
And bleed the world of its
Heart, there is only the Word of
Yourselves dear poets,
You are a fleece of luminosity,
Here in the darkness and
I am king of nothing,
Still I am a king!

Let the world wear
A dose of the words,
Light ut all up,
Lumens, poets.

I began to think myself
Special in an expanse of odd,
Where nothing can stay
Only whispers in a mist....

Speak your desire,
Touch my soul to begin
Its proper growth and expose me,
I only speak of that which
Ignorant cannot fathom,

And the soul is a yo yo,
Life on a string of theories,
Swaying to the whistle
And play of God's plan.

Take note the proper
Posture of denial,
Where all things end in laughter,
And I get the joke.

Because we are not where
We once were and can break
A mold,
When a poet goes into action
And becomes his words the
World will not allow it.
The audacity of the poetic
Gesture turning into a romantic
Reality,

******* world,
I break the mold of your mud,
Fake your way out of this;
I win because you tried to stop me.
Swallow the bitter pill,
Rabbit holes go only so deep,
My poem is an eternal univetse
My life in a blink has become a stanza
Lasting longer than the world and
Its game of nothing.

Death may come,
But i live on in defiance,
I never failed myself
And my actions became a poem,
******* world,
Im living a poetic gesture
And raise my *******
On victory.