I am the black and white.
All the violence that exists.
The fight in you, or flight of them.

The heat that blood implied.

So never did I think my hate,
would fashion itself well.
Shake me with my soul to slip,
to loose let claret drip.

That kept within a box,
with transparent chains.
Fixed to glassy walls,
hitched with failing reins.

Is my own eye through wich I see
rebirth upon repass.

For this anger does ablige.
This tunnel of no light.
With not a chance i find thee love
As darkness does amass

For pity has not voice in me.
Quarrel or appall.
The child has now gone away,
So up and down i fall.


For If I choose want of greed
The better unto me.
And time much better spent
With all such reapings heed.

So is it then a soul undone?
Most do find it bent.

"my own will'', my choosing time!
With furies made to vent.


thoses yearning  hearts will never do.

They will often sink.

Slink away with time,
And dance to there own tune.

"So Would I then find thee well"?
After this our play.
Wish thee hell and hope again
We meet another day

so to then, you never find
a broken  warreng heart
Will  i find, ii put my hate
Black as coal and unforgiving,
Indistructable.

The thought of you,
The good with flaw,

The me who cannot stay.

Is not the man I wish to be,
And ever cast away.

We may Sink.
We may choose
To walk on muddy works

Of choice of our design
Of foot step then upon to us
The foolish path to be

To find us fall in line
With inch and huberis

The easy road
On bridge of backs


And dance to others chimes

But fear can never dictate all
It has no power so

So find us left to no regard
For hate it does burn slow

To self and all that do surround.
And you the least of all so mad

I would so let it go


So laugh at him the emperor
The fool of many skins
The one who owns so much
But never of his sins




And do not sink, no more my friend
The earth will have it's end

Owning of its steedy legs,
Reliable and sure
with length
And breth and gait
It's cleansing fire pure


So malleable are we
And reslient is the cause to wail
At all of misery

Us the fraught and faulty free
The ones who rail against
The lies
We nought to ever be

On sidewalks find my feet.
Do I follow quickened beat.
Of  haste to free myself of them.


All the dreary numb.

That lack of sound
drown pain of ground .
And nightly free abate.


In step abound of all so fleet
That of my ear does fight to greet
To cause my gait to quicken so
And find my thoughts so easy go.

To a room of my own mind
A place no map can find.

The silence against the churning road.
That hyme in me that is abode.


So nightly I Intern to keep,
The dreams i find within my sleep.
My quit and quiet, little place,
And only peace I know.

As the seasons change, repeat and then renew.
Gardens, field and wood resign.
To all the hand that till the land.
That mold and turn the ground.

With picture, paint, verse and song.
Who draw and sing of you.

So loud a voice and many praise,
Against the crop you grow and raze,
Out of blackened Earth.

We never find us why.
To chance the perfect hyme.
Of the perfect birth of you, drawn with perfect dye.

ya ever wonder why
with monday in your face
you dread the day  until it ends
with a weekend to erase

that tuesday be the uphill fight
from dawn untill the night

with heavy head into a bed to make
that fight ignight

the steel that wakes again
the bure thats in your side
so fall asleep
in dreams you leap
and over the hill you ride


for wednesday the beast that  bucks
the other with two backs
with caution and chance it racks
you of what to do

So fester in a room

or find

untimely

doom


for thursday

the libertine

finds the trumpet call

for chance will take the place

of sound resolve
as thoughts disolve
into plastic cups

but this is only now and you are mostly spent
with fried a mind
And lost of time with honest days to mend

FRIDAY
FREE

the work was ease
So down into the drink
And the beauty of the nap
With pearls upon her back
And my arms to March upon
For needles make a track.

Is all i want
Is all i hunt
The girl
And mostly
......



and never of regret

With thunder in my head
my closest friend my bed
And wake my face so red


for my Sunday
Is the day
i die

And monday the reason why.

I wander all my days
Through the past of youth,  
Into the years of me a kid
And bleat with humor
At the death, that I can only be

And stumbled on a simple truth

That I am only man
And
Of justly thought

as i ever thought I'd be

To kick the habit and drown the pain
Of all of  course and just of course

And pushed the dark away.

So turn my gaze to now
to nevermind the past

For the cool and calm
is now my just design

For age now has awoken
And time has thusly spoken
and now i owe  to he

The change
The strange
Of what I saw

And that I will to be


In between the this and that
Of what I hope awaits

wanders chances
Hopes and ponders

Is the child
fool and free

So to the dark I gaze
The pool of empty time

That calls
Come now
I made the then
I see and do admire

And Not, a moment waist

For I am home again

From,
where I did come

From,
Of you no face

You of  never  age
And forever No, to rage

Made of dieing stars

From places not of mortal pain

Where the sun

has no domain

And the pulse and pressure in your chest
Tells you that is true
That the sky will never darken
With a  fight to now renew

So Do then ask again
Now Into the dark


That all the happy that you feel
With all the greivous pain

Do  you still  walk
with muscles spent

Twards dawn
To die again.

Melting
Drip the hapless loves

wardens of there hearts
With chainmaled solitude

With countess
Years apart

Of sperate time
And space

Renuned resolved
,
Remains​
Retried

Destined  
For there match

Dispatch the the dark
From each a life

The memory
And strife

With homes of lesser name
Of no to fortune
No to gain
With heavens rule of Fame


And Only Sparks they see

With Every little glance

The object
Of the deep

There One
There love

The beautiful

Be Together fight and free.