I sit settled under the feet.
Unless I am pushed or provoked
They say I pollute the street
Then hire someone to move
If you only give me somewhere to live
Maybe then there would be nothing to prove


Never born rogue
I evolute
But don’t you remember
When you pollute?
Then others still solute?


Clean my existence, I can tell you where to start
It should be your heart


See, I cannot be declared deceased
I must co-exist

Conscious, that is he
And then there is me
Both within, within thee
Failing to clearly see

Confessions are Illustrated
Speech steered
Though, to he, all is feared
For truth is shot, and lashes of facts
And no cover with selfless acts
He produces and introduces thee
The versions of me
The ones insvisible like he

Innocence, that is he
Aware of all the sins

But protected in a shadow
It too has its cost
Because the roof has been lost
Somewhere in a meadow
In tiny wars of life deep into sand
Where it ends to begin again and
The ocean of darkness is dead

I got one word for you
Desperate
When you dont realize the point where things conjugate
And follow through the construction while we might recreate the reason to be back at the same place

I have something for you
Pity
After so long of a journey an infamous identity
Seeker of the name respect Or so
Like a rusty rod holding on to the finale edge of the fall

Sometimes the wordplay
becomes too easy
Because for once to say
Desirably choosy
As the expressions are repeated
So does the sentiments
Papers are thrown or words deleted
So are the statements

Eyes closed, the requested wish is
listen to symphony
A vice host, but represents the pieces of harmony

I sit here by the empty shore,
Sing along the tide for some more
For an adventure from this shipwreck
Though luck is stuck up my neck
Float! Float! please find the one who
Who shall read and share a thing or two

The bridge of vision connects
Because a part of her suggests innocence
But an absence of knowledge drowned my boat
No more days on earth
In her arms of color reflects in suave drops
Wet and blue lands, steps taken and the crops live
No more days on earth
For I will not rest below the spring
This does not tell everything