I saw the morning dew betwixt thine thighs
As I removed my source of Grecian power
As if King Midas dared to touch the skies
Upon thy body fell a *******

Thy body's temples, two church bells had rung
Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed
The sun had set, thy set with wary hung
I thought, "How black a night and blue a lode"

I said, "What light through yonder ****** breaks?
It is the yeast"

And now my belly's yellow
My pole gives cause to storms and earthy quakes
But 'tis not massive, I am no Othello

And when that final moment came to pass
Like Christ I came-a riding on an ***

I am happy. I am free.
I am unlatched from society.
I know not the wanton way,
Nor the guile and greed of money.

I use paper and coin
To bring happiness to my brothers,
Not to build my own fortress
And recluse from all others.

Money, in good hands,
Brings joy to the poor.
A rich man, with no sense of the world,
Only ever desires more.

Come nigh my friends
And sound your barbaric yawp!
This world is ripe for the taking.

Speak light and gay.
There's no time for mourning
Or depressed poems in the making.

Heavy hearts find comfort in verse;
Relying on strife for the feel to fit.
But I see too much beauty in the world
And my poems dare to reflect it.

The roots of a tree can be seen in my veins
And as sure as I walk this Earth,
I am a part of it.

My eye in the sky, as the moon shines at night;
My body in the soil feeding the world the good of the Earth.
I am a part of it.

It seems as though I have the disease;
A vile virus of the mind.
To think that I would speak of freedom
And silly non-sense of the kind.

"Of course this is the way of the world!
God's pure and true intention.
You are of the wild sort..."
Like I'm some wild, untamed invention

Of the radicals of the world.
Lend your ear; give me light
That I will be taken as an intellect
Who's word is vital to life.

Love was not destined to grace my life.
Love of another, that is, not of the world
And the reasons lie in the views of my mind.
For a secular suitor has no appeal of mine.

How could I love another person,
When none of the lovers love me?
I'm in and of myself and treat my body to great wealth.
Their wants above needs. Their possessions above health.

There's no room in my world for people like this;
Drowning their sorrows in a sugary bliss.

The girl with starlight in her eyes,
Alone on a grassy hill,
Falls not for my foolish, poor attempts
To spin my words - to do my will.