I nothing know, but that only I to know.
Remote of all the turns the world it whirls.
I, prejudice secure, and yet outgrow,
For none I know remorse, but laugh absurd.
Preserve my afterthought before I wait:
A mind is forward by the past but weak.
While pure, it burns aflame, quick trait.
Not to forget, severe, to learn, not meek,
But learned, what will, does good improvement real,
Remembered thoughts advise us still the best
When merged of hope today, and proper seal:
One that is educated, rigor stressed.
I shall regard this post I call my life
As best a fool knowing blind the strife.

How is our youth meant to be understood?
A haze of moonlit past remembrance thought?
For what is past but a thought as wood
As we all think, but truth remains unbrought.
While past will stay the same, not so for us.
Detail celled to attention as bemused
Retiring now with soft eyes and no fuss
And lost is the initiation used.
Enjoy your world as you used to enjoy,
Flow with your people, and rebel to naught,
For what is unity but our employ?
So cast your ebbing lot, recede your thought,
Along with youthful bearing, to complete
The goal that single lot can set to seat.

A dark dark blue overcomes gazing sight,
As a blue, tinge of black, blanket covering you,
Concealing all that's real, and it defeats all light,
To fend the soap of your skin,
And to blight the harmless lively solar sight.

It comes softly, the night,
A bitter cold to make things sweet,
The blue muddies deeper and deeper black,
It is overtaken by shade,
And makes all things dim in midnight gloom.

The fade comforts you though,
Relieving senses, melting worries, soothing temper,
And challenging thoughts edged in
A deep and mournful life:
A heretic, monster, evil to the world.

But lives, as yours, were
Just ***** grains of sand changed to glass
Neglected, and gone to last.
You'll never know the dark
As it has when it made you then: happy.

So please, take a step,
Make a move and love the darker hue,
Relax as the dark does for you,
Worry for the worried, but not your own,
That is for me and the dark to do.

Leaf in the white soft snow,
Covered in cold, hiding from me,
So brittle and told to be gone by your tree
And now you lay here poking out to see.

When the sea seems to rise
And the boat seems to sink
Remember that the captain
Will be back soon.
Eventually.
And when the sun seems to fall
Remember the sunset
And the stars to follow,
The same to come
Tomorrow.

In certain minds
There is a love confined
For only joy
And sights to see,
Amusing friends
And plans to be,
But I am caught
And tangled taut
To pay a priceless fee.

We want much more.
A simple scour within
To find that wrecked
And torn, that screaming
Heart of darkness.
We lay it out
To eat or smoke,
To stab or stress,
And so we love
What that can do
To damage us.

"What?" question asked,
"Why must you continue?
A curious thing,
That.
How can you love
What you hate?"

Nothing explains
The strength of holes.
The ones we dig
To love ourselves.
We'll never be
What our dreams
Had always wanted,
But I guess we'll have to settle
For a little
Satisfaction.

Had I ever thought that I could
Be this way?
To be torn by ever loss and fails.
A willing kind of hit
Across my face.
Only ever to make sure
That I'll always be
The last one in the race.

So to make sure that I'll keep ahead
I will take my stares
To another place,
Where blank walls will be read
And I can move at my pace,
Where all directions are gone
And only I to die instead
With something inside
But not a love confined.

I, sitting on my porch, all world around
The drop upon the roof, such damping air,
The plop from the metal falls to the ground.
Magnificent such sight fills with despair
When white electric strike, silenced fury,
A rumble loud so fills my ringing ears.
Above all, evergreen that stood as jury,
A misty sky, lighted and looks, appears,
To sight, but dark arrives too hard.
The pattering is strong and now comes bleak.
The wind, so sharp and crisp, has played a card,
And bends the stem, the leaf, and blows to creak.
I smell old air, fat crickets far do hum.
Oh yes, this will not stay, the cold will come.