I would so give a ****,
I'd give you all my time.
I'd give of you my pocket,
quarters, nickles, dimes.

I'd tell you that I care.
Ideas and conversations.

So we can,
but split our hairs.
Ours is but imagine.

But it really doesn't matter
No one really cares.

For you can, but tell a truth.

Or lie with purple die.

A drug that made me
See the truth.

The rot upon the rye.

They can call.
Come now,
Be us,
The rust of sicophants .

With love of self
Such self romance.

For philistines don't cry.

He who stands for something is prone to prejudice.
He who is prone to prejudice
Is quick to act
He who is quick to act
Is ultimately destined to folly.

For it's said "He who stands for nothing".
"Falls for anything".

So, with breath held
And careful consideration
Ask yourself.

"What do you stand for"?

Is it natural design.
that your action is not of your
Making?


So much control, smacks of huberis.

Like a stubbed toe
On the best of days.

It was of the sand,
That found for me to stake upon this gamble of a purpose.
To onward journey, stout of heart, within it lines to draw and part
and dedicate my time to all that live and then depart.

And subjugate the sin of wait.
Dare i chance alignment.
To spite the constant vein of me.
That of constant bye.

For it was within the sands.
That truth illuminated
Divining is of destruct and of grand endeavor.
Those were lessons I to learn.
Yet warnings seen, but not to heed.

So to venture bold, embark.

Here I found myself about, a place that i not know.
Lacking proper courtesy that guides the proper tongue.
At a time of caving doubt in youth while throwing caution.
Such foolishness and acts so grave with naivete.

So of this, my letting go and future now to grasp.
Then of me to newer name and shed of me my past.

That led me to a village, shambled as it small.
Oh so sharp in all contrast,
To all i'd ever known.

And then to her so small of frame
with trouble trembling.

Did I find, i've much of want and more to givings be.

The hope I find within her eyes.
Those burning eyes aglow.
Yet shaking did i look to see, the grief she held alone.

For she with nails so black and pained
with eyes of sapphires ancient flame.
Screamed, "anne nerde"?

To this I said within my lip.
My English voice that caused such shock.
"hello", and then ,"who, you"?

And puzzled as i've not the faintest
slight that cause her hate
and run away and then dismiss
or understanding me.

That left me to the mighty awe, and my stupidity.

"Am i the image of the anger, she must see everyday,
A reminder there's tomorrow, or of horrors yesterday"?

Faintly nothing can be had, so i had chanced hello.
This is me and who are you.
And her away to go.
So i was lost to all the why,
and all who heard it so.

Then to suspect, short of counsel and left of reason why.
I shatter peace with solace small and and watch you drain your eye.

So to all that spun around
with jaws so slack with shock.
Made of this a curse and huddle?
Of what, they they took of stock?

They must be of the panic.
They must be many dead
And this is now my crucible
and now i know there dread?

" How dare i cause such great alarm? in such fleeting passing
" i said hello, only hello
and then, but"who are you"?.


All but mine
All faces white blood.

And then the moment shock!

For then i heard, "olu"!!!

"For I said, hello and who ," but she heard only death.

And forgiveness in this place
Was shown not least the trace.

Awaken this, the anger, rage  the mighty great temult.

For announced by all around  
"You utter with most care.

This place if of the teetering
and none dare hear dispair."

So please a caution with your greeting.
For broken hearts here tear

And the tokens of your kindness,
Can be swallowed up in here
Its brought to doom, this little girl by violence and it's snare
Was brought to this, by fault of tounge
bignine and shambled care.

Then better us
To purse a lip
And hope the slight be small,
The reaping can be had
But never excise fault
It is of divinty
So pray we judgment halt.
This is of the manner known
Yet are still unseen

For all the slights be large or small
None are are fully owned


And All the workings good of heart
Must be done 
and done discreet.

I have no time for politics,
talkings heads,
heads of state,
stately hats,
manly gaites.

And on, and on, and on.

With resent for only money,
those jokes so half *** funny,
and sad sack bleeding harts.

Dime store smarts
and trollop tarts,
that do not claim there farts.

Yet i hear were full of ****!

So i've no patience for.....

The hiding of the gore.
The hit and run
the watered down
fake news we abore.

And mostly i've no time,
so I will make a ryme.

For the outside is a gauntlet.
And with pen i post my crime.

So lock me up,
I'm but a blip.
The news will sup and Sip,
and **** there heads
with lock and step.

And find my hate for all.

They are cheating of there proof,
and I have had enough.
Not enough for giving up,
enough for that i tried.

I did,
you see,
It wasn't me,
But you that made this mess.

I only watched.
I only cared.

And now I've little less.

To your regard,
The mass ******.
Of all that could be swell.

It was your head
That doubled size.

And I hope ya burn in hell.

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

Of my flesh, the trip , the pressure.

The rug, the rash, the knee,  the kiss.

The sigh and solemn bliss.

And want for all of this, when I am only clay.

At the earliest moments
Of time.

The yester, yesterday.

So now I'll recollect,
forwarned narrow sight.
And see the blood, the fear,
the risk.
And count my every slight


For many years I threaded needles,
Dictating a yarn.

Spun of lies with silent cries,
And desicated eyes.


That found me full of nothing,
And emptiness the proof.

A bully to
you and me
The hope filled forfeit truth.

For this is fight, and nothing more with waning of our youth.

The endless pool of doing, with weary broken back.

For selfishly we hobble,
When steel we find us lack.

So on to the future.

With souls, we nought to the rack.

It best we set our sights to then,
And never stray the track.

Light awakens,
shakes and beckons,
Come and see my shine.

I pierce the dusk,
away the dark .
For shadows pay no mind.


For the green does call me so
"I've seen"!,  unchain my glow.

This the maker of the grain.
That dictates heat in rain.
The day within the fog.
The loss within the gain.

For you cannot drain
the sun .
You cannot cause it pain.

For it is yule that's burned to death,
The dusk to make the dawn.
And never can you stare in awe,
At it, such blaring might.

Unless it be, by nightly stars,
When it allows you sight.
Seen from all it's children,

Europa, earth and mars.

I dare you drive your car.

I'll walk between the crosswalk lines and bare the weight of all the lights and corners of the street.

The road is ground, ash and dust and still the dead can beat, there heavy hearts on souls of steel and never see what barrels down, but look to left and right.

So can you see the signs stamped
go? and stop, and find they mop you up.

From the road, they pack you up and weigh the load, with measure of your weight, with violence free.

So I doubt you ever will, allow your blood to spill.

But never will you know the cold.
Fruition at it's pace.


That in each turn see a door
without a mark,
to warn you halt.

Behind the the truth is stark.

It might be, that you have heart
and fear not cowards dread.

If of trial or not of trial, no courage and be dead.

So inturn be ground to black
the burnt and paved and lost.
Those with station ever grave,
and cross your heart intact.

For all is only constant,
Yet all the roads repeat.

With, of this the nothing.
Though we have the shapes.


Squares for stores,
Circles round,
That of destined loss.

Hope suspended,
reprimand, light house roundabouts.

That heavy air unbreathable,
And acts on ground conceivable,
Until the light you bend.


But yet we strive to different shines.
Those of different lamps.
Cramps of youth
Yearning now to smile at us, back .

For it was us in tiny rooms
destined to the sky.


The guile lost, with hope to find your foolishness intact.

If not of them and only you
Trails for them you make.

A road of trials, tribulations , so don't retract one act.

For such is shame.
The needling.
To never chance, the why.

That the hope might
Be there still
For daily do we lie.

That it is to the woods,
And oceans reasonings.


This our dusk with glimmer, gleam.
Our making's of a dream.

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.

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.

It the fox to find a den
The raven to a bow it's home
The shrew to dig into the earth
And the trout to freeze below

The ice the snow
The months from sun
With peace i make the dark
And dark so early every day
Drawn and ugly grey

Be it by a God the hazy
Still waking to the lazy
Of the so much he to do
But mostly very little

But with the will to follow through

To makeing him a a man
And man to make a flame of such
of Oppenheimer's warning

I have now become as death
And the cool of Earth's command


So to cooling was to warmth
The march into the spring

The step into the light
The blossoms april brings

The waking of the things that sprout
The children of a forest Stout

Pine and oak speak to each other
But of this work god i do doubt

Did you hear the boom?
Then quite, calm, to tragedy.
The comings of the gloom.

I might mistake the sound of it,
the concussions are so low,
they are little, peice by peice
until the hammer drops.

Mighty us to revil in and then to shelter hide.

Is this, but of the meddling of
what we have to show.
All the workings of a peace
with no regard to then.

Yet, out so loudly do we go.
When silent did we make our voice.

The railing we suspend.


It was a bomb, that brought to heel.
The world we wish to never know
A mushroom that lights the sky.
Away, away we go.

So You and I have heard the sound,
.
A telling noise that is but brief.
The shock so imminent.

The world that's at its precipice.
And we do look away.

So decision.
Life revision or to crumbling.
That might then stop the lazy tears
and postponing of these things.

That it is always of the now,
And of our lives to cherish.
Without the foresight of the past
Is future never known.

Yet, you and I can change the land,
and keep the world we have.
Or might to burn within the sun's
Reactive gifted glow.

How of you to look at me
And only see a retch
How is it you think me dumb
And dare to make amends
For the things you made me feel
And would not to attest

How is that you have a voice
And yet dare silence me

The smile on you face is false
and full of dreariness
How is it to be so cruel
With all your false incense

We were born of different cords
Lines of changing thought
The world that we we're given
passions cold and hot

So never can we reconcile
all of our daily slights
As both we find each other
Banter wrong and right

So are we, to giving up the things
We thought we'd be
Are now but only
Loosened  hearts
And minds so taut
And Rough

Where is now the sound
Tired of want for scream of noise
When Silence
cools the wind
Yet void of  earth
unbound usurp
With weather of its whim
A thing of Air
Does saturate
For want
of cricket chirp
Yet To dawn
They bid farewell
With shine not to elate

The ones I couldn't save.
The people disappeared
I saw the road
I walked away
I walked at my own pace

The one that held me
went away
And I was close to he

But Now Away

Away Away

The  tangible of him

All of the fears
That wait in here
They do no go away

So unto

another place

I hope to find him well


But, all that's left are thoughts of us
Of what we used to be

Ridding bikes
those days ago
were days
of us and sun

Me and him
Abandon youthful
Unabiding fun

Of
him
of him

Of he and me
Of what We faced alone

The shallow knock of him away

Ajared a door  unknown

For, all the scrap
all of the tears
We went at counter pose
But together we did fight

Through all those painful years

The other half of me is gone
gone I see him free
And now has left
and I am here
and count the years to be

I miss him now
And not forget
And wade through all my tears

But what is gone is proof of life
And now
Just
memory

Allow me to ruminate

I'll digest the cud.
While we chew the fat.
In the darkened woods.
Of what we shouldn't at.

Of a thing so wrong.
That we now lay to rest.

With shovel in my hand.
And course i see as best.

So I light a simple lamp.
And quite be my sound.

The guilt is in my heart.
And blood upon my hand.

Do all that i see fit.
Nore wash away the stains.
Of ownership, desire,

And newfound growing pains.

With such a different world.
So different in the calm.

When you can be a god,
And make the world obey.

It, upon me, in waves of warmth..
Revelations of who I am. What and who I may be.

There I sat in communion, terrible and beautiful,  the new, through the passing of a chalice. With a memory that held me.

And the barer of the dead did I become.

There in this shaking earth, did I touch the infinite and and eternal, with creased palms.

A sentinel of  a closed  book
Writ of me, and held with secret all
Of now and ever will.

I, and all the mettle I could muster.
Did now see, the complications of the clock
And I in congress with spherical resign.
, came upon the simplicity of the pains made to ease, by slight of hand and trick of thought .

yet

My maker did not hail or send salutation
But began me and left

And to wonders did I fall
to the cool of air
and crimson sky

To falls furious strokes by harlequin and natural  jest

And I fell

To embers made to burn for eternity.

And I burned.

And gave to the Earth
A body of ash forever.

Wind along the desolate, stone cold, ages old, beaten path to me.
Find me in a waiting place, far removed
from what I knew,
waiting here for you.
Recognize the blood shot eyes
the creeses made those days ago when you had walked away.
And find me in this waiting place

I want to think  abount  the smuge on my refrigerator
and a **** in an empty elevator

I KNOW IT WASN'T ME!!


To the deep and tangle of wood.
Of cackle and of croak.
Find me left of no regrets uncloaked  with singe and smoke.

The sun unsean and far from sight
this ever dark of night.

So too shiver and of faint,
did the woods enease, envoke.

The firey hate I have of all
that I ever stoke.

So  to light, or rather
fight.

The hope eternal night.
This feeling is of a drearyness.
So to other worlds alight.


So within this swamp of soot
and eyes too break of day.
Focused only for the dark,
that of yesterday.

Be the light unnatural,
Be it weeping willows.

Is the place to find me now,
I hope your dance can follow.

So forward, forward,
through the muck.
while we sink together.

An anger that we hope to shed,
this our common tether.

So upon our doorstep,
us of little faith

that we might to hold the hate
is foolishness awry
for anger is the tempest
and cleansing of our homes

for the mind is but a fabric
and the blood of God the dye

these wonders make a fool of me
andme to jest about


so could I find I better time
to worlds of lesser shake.

but cowards are around
and shimmer like a snake

I'm of a universe
I do not have a stake



So would I to a different path
that of less mistake.

this I cannot know
the wind will tell you so

it is of a place
we might never, ever go.


so tell me then .As you tire.
I write with toungh in cheek, but never
of a charlitin and never of a lier
and with the passing of your time.
you never paid a cent.
but think It funny of your mind
that I often pay to rent.

I had a date with death today.
She called," I'll see you now".
I'd not replied to this a debt,
so bartered with tomorrow.

It wasn't fear of oath of I owe
To the gruesome, of the nether
The morning mock or sneer at end
Of the contract both we signed

I know I'll rest within the after
I was born before the dawn
When stars collapsed and coalesced before all gravity

So shakey yet not ounce of fear
To the leasons reprimand
I walk into it joyfully
This parting I now own

My balance due at end of day
Was a bodies test of time
To daily always disregard
But, finely printed line

So fury struck at end of clock
The hour of amend
Time stood static
Of it's self
At the peering of my end

So I did not speak it's name
Too common on all tounge
By coward act yet full aware
False principle undone

But still It came and as i begged
For maybe one more day
Did i also pray the sun
would die upon this day

A formless and faceless thing,
that holds not, the properties of man.
Does separate, of you, from this,

Hallow ,Elysium.

So vile this,
A Soucraint.
That bores at your expense
That does discard
The will and want.

With such, grievous act.

Yet renders such tumultuous wake
With sure of tide and joyous
pangs.

Without regard to ache.

For fathoms from hope
and sanity, bereft our hero​'s light.

That never again, be held abreast
and against to ever fight.

The palette, that on, i draw stories.
Some of there.
Some of now.
Mostly tales of then.
Belong to all who feel and smear
there hearts upon the blank.

That, what's penned.
Is much the tell, and tale,
Of what we wish to be.
Why and now, do we write
of anger hope and love?

Is it respite from worlds of ours,
and only truth there is.

That this be this, just only this.
And that it cause us fright?

The mirror of within.

With all of this, we claim despair,
object and yet we write.


Of how we think the world should be.
Or what to change within.

Should we be the
abject hate?
Avarice and sin.


But with every line,
the rage is whittled down.
The drumming of the keyboard.
and paralleled white sound.
That on this page now does exist,

A pure and distilled soul.

So less than gray
and more than black

and
no
longer just a hole.

Paint the grave and impossible hope, across my aching chest.

Run the new and tepid blood, through my chilly veins.

For i hold to, the true, of heart,
That escapes us now.

And wake of me my sorrow gone,
And let me go my way.

I run away from shallow ground,
that you have stirred,
In chance you might
be fond upon to plant.

A  sound,
Resound,
Resound,

And flee

Where echos of the past,
Can breath.
And offer up new hope.

But I am only here in sight.
My thoughts are far removed.
My thoughts belong to
Years ago.
Those days I turned to stone.

**** your pain with a Weber grill
Bling out ur smile
With megawatt steel

Pour on the petrol and
Burn baby burn

Gaslight the me
And  burn burn burn

No runaway's
On an asfault to peel

Come to spend time
And *** cards to deal

Be us a two
And now just the one

And now pearly Gates
When now you to run

every moment do I see
a distant memory

The heart I have
Has been undone
As apples can be cored


We the fallen folly form
Nameless youth of lore
Folly free do at will
As merry mary ******

So sit upon the hill of want
And cast ourselves as God's

While Trident​ forks
The road trevailed
To pitch the flesh we bore

When youth degrade​ debase and claims the flesh now loose and free
Of ages now undone at sum
Unbound a misery
Can we the humbled
Of the years
Repent for what was done

Be our action
Will or want
Remake the folly free

With new eyes do we see the path
We wandered with regard
Renewed the the well
Of shallow heart in memory of
Thee

Yes she was perfect
Her eyes held the burning self-destructive

We would be as oil and vinegar
Savory and sour

It is of only shaking that I and her could be
For only a moment in time.

That is all I'll ever ask
Then go about our ways.

Henceforth i shall be known to all as doom.

The fire that cracks the brick.
The destiny of clay.
The concussions to a crack,
that where homes, but yesterday.

Mighty are all who hold at bay,
the songs that are tomorrow.
Mighty all who come this way,
for they find only sorrow.

Into the sea, off cliffs of peril.
They who destine too,
all of the not of knowing.

Those, the reckless few.

For I the horror that they meet,
with my opened arms.
Will disarm, the hope of then,
and relent to just resolve.

So on a knee to all i am
and find my name be time.

You ask for form, my face is such, while both my hands align.

Break of day with eyes beyond the bluff.
Break of day, enter, into sheer presence.
Into, at of ,
what falls from above

Sons of light
Grip the failing star

With remaining strength
That parallels its fall.

Forever it's penitence
To look down and shield us from the dark
And float above alone.

This a rain did fall today
It masked the tears
that fell at will
with want
And purpose poise

Both of feirce and desperate love
From  view of sentinel

Into her life
He walked his path
To offer up his soul


Want of  her
And didn't own
A body spun at loan

He awaiting just as she
And both abandon past

Willed a trial
To abide
those with dread of glance


But they went
they into

a

Hera ubliet
And renounced
the child like
The chance of infinite

And
Petty
Thing
A thing of
Love

When
love is quickly gone

But they are brave
And naive

And Only of the earth

But they the braves
Who fight at cost
They of yes and yes

They will live for time
Forever
They will never pass

So love be brave
And heart burn bright

Love of
No constraint

This vein that holds
A breath of awe

Is

Love to never wait

So a story
Find a frame
Fill with you abide

Listless
Restless
Turning page
And filled with suicide

Oh a happy time to write

an ode

to those of note

But what of pages burning for

a

Heavy heart to tote

Can all these sheets of open air
Hold a form so free

And at the same, entice the mass
And follow you with me

All is wrought with love and pain
And all is of the stage
Peace and fire

Lust so dire

With
Endless hope and rage

A watchful​ eye
Set it's gaze upon the bleak.
With then unto the dusk.
There in this place
of rest.
With such, so sure of sight.

There and ever last.
In a Space,
for only past.


With hands to hold
And dreams to wait
With memory,
depart.

She said her name was Maat.
Though I'm sure
Of nothing,

I would be sure ,but not.


Restless and precession
And Sure to find her lot.


So More of hubris,
And more the think ,
To think
Or think her not.


For Set her storm,
Depart in Gail,
So set to be forgot.

Smile with your broken teeth, though the creases of your lips,
I wave good bye, and feed to you, the whitest hope filled lie.

Did I trample on your soul?

That beat shade cheek.
Made For the meek.
And Fill the blackest hole.


Would you now in looking at, the
Disagreeing me.

Find a place, a kindness such,
To ever stop and see.

The heart I have is not of stone
But riddled with unknown.

Did you Mistake?
  
The proper hue.
And Leave me in this mess

Skew the promise,
Present tense.
That holds me in the past.

Would you start,
anew and be.

In distress
at last.

Find comfort in


A ragged bed
to slumber on
And on
And on
we lie.

For us
Forever, dark of  day
I hope a bye a bye.


That the free that you became,
And exited my life.
Holds me in this limbo

Lends my soul to strife

So be gone and someone else.
And I will do the same.
And hold a picture of your face.
In an empty frame..

Water born
Paper rip
Let the table tip

Time will pass
Matter
Mass
to life we ever grip

Fevered fury
Of the mind
And to the earth we bind

Ease of thought
And nothing sought
With nothing left to find

How of you to fester so
And Where of you to go
Mortal
Moral
Mailable
With seeds you cannot sow

So
Do let slip
The wasting fear
The darkness
And unknown

The vine
Has snaked and blossomed thus
With nowhere left to grow.

As to which my sense erase
My body does debase
With will and truth to face

My mass in leage with
Sense of flesh
desrire I debase

To rid the foul
Of my soul that
At Present holds me now

For Keen of heart to things I thought


I thought of Worthy cause

For Family gone and
Memory

caused my heart to pause

Why the gone
The life and shock
Of all I've ever known

For i the wretch
That's holds it grip
With pasts to ever long

Blossoms of the sea
Made Stout of all there yearning for light
Things of wings under waves of
Happenstance

Crawl he said

Up the beach and through the stones
The pebbles underfoot.

Walk be tall
Savannah new and blazing sun
Fruit from Eden nurishing.

Gaze in wonder and
Wander .

Where did you go when i saw you yesterday?

Why did you run?

I left, and the angles of the hall proceeded you.

All i was left with, was your shadow.

It danced in the hallway and i chased.


Where did you go?

Bullets and bulluga caviar.
Saw you in that skin tight thang,
And I said,

"Hey, hey"
Let's roll the dice and make a mess

And ***** the statis quo.

Baby gurl.
Ya ran, said," help, this man's cray cray".

But, I just wanted what ya got.
And u got it in spades.
How bout, just
One
More,

FLOP

So go, on flip that card.
Jump screaming of that cliff! Aahhh.
Into that deep, dark,

BLACK
Abyss.

With wings
And Zephyr pull,
Out of tumult and solitude,
make us fly to greener climes.

The yearning​ of the
The loss of cold
That makes us wander so.

Those battered wings that
make us fledglings,
and faulter up on high.

That cause for us to crash again
into the burning snow.

Yet with a burning need
To melt the frozen rock.

Is mettle of our will,
and of the earth to shake.

So alight again
with fierce and needed flailing,

full of wondering.

Become a force.
Of fight or flight,
no longer,
only thing.
More than sum of it, it's parts
and wary be your sting.

That wakes from you dispaire,
that dark remains and reigns,
with all the sun to fear.

With all against we ever fight, with forever death of night.

The veins in your arms explode with the burn of a seizures grip
And the grimace on your face
Is all the grace of pain
The convulsions that proceed a stain to make a rug be stuck.

You feel the shake and quiver.

Convulse while you deliver.

All the tiny deaths.

Over the hill of every hope,
to the village of the nothing.
To a road of quicking,
a path you dare to follow

Were you so crass
With little class .
Shallow shame, so fostering.

Of the will you not dismiss, the destiny of being.

That then to your reflection,
and chance of your disection.

All the gutteral with a hate of no regection.

Made by fault of euberis in youth and then to age.

All the hope of right or wrong
that you be worthy sage.

For all that venture inward
emerge so cleansed of rage.

With a scream so heavenly
and heavy heart to guage

But mine is very light
I'm of all restraint.
I build my walls of love,
and of nothing dare thee taint.

For you I love the most
the other in my skin.

I will ever foster this,
And drown you in my sin.

And so i say goodbye
And see you claw at me
I am of the sentry
That will never devil free.

He made himself a bed of thoughts
To sleep and rest his weary head.
The thought of sleep repelled the thought, " give up, resigne and leap".

Hidden sun
Holy murk
Prophet of the shade

Pray ye full
Yule filled hand
Play with dark and day

Promised light
Promised us
Awe asunder now
Awe we see
Awe we are
Awe
oh heaven glow




Works of dawn so drear and clear
To Wake of sea it's stone
The crashing wave
This crushing fear

The light of Dawn so shear

Walk of salt,
Calamity
Walk a path
Now free
Follow ever
Oh so close
To skirt the edge of glee.

A hundred year's from now.
Will you read these words
Can they stay
And Hold at Bay
The changing day to day

If i write
To hold a tune
announce that I  am here

I might implore
To maker near

I dare not go away

So here I stand
In reprimand

Of what
God has to say

But

Can this voice
Hold your sight
Hold you
In a glance

Stop you in a  passing
While by my neck I dance

I spend my swirl
With you my friends

As life itself suspends

With Death my birth
And to the ground
To consicrate
The earth

A

Different
Disalussioned
Tailspin
Tethered
Tried
And
Weathered
Cord

I play
This day
This play
Commence

payed at my
Expense

Going home is never hard
Its the road that walks away
From all the hope of what you thought
You were until this day

Roaming is unusual
Strange and filled with strife
Thats why its called
Agoge
Not the Piper o so pied

Half measure be a curse
For each color counter each

Be it purple of the regal
Or the brown of coffer breached

Yet life is of the now
In the mirror see it so
Walk away now you young man
You have such seeds to sow

Alone so be us stronger
Be strong in face of this
Or fault if you so disregard
Of Eden and it's bliss.

Huddle now
All of us
None seen
Such a sort

Who is this

That fights
So fierce
What he found
below

It sleeps


It sleeps

It sleeps

It waits

Withunder
us
his home

In thought

And slight

His might to fight

my fear

my fear

To roam

Monsters made
of
Dark and shade
Of Crimson pillars laid

Hold his fortitude
To fight
Snarls of  waning day

Obolisk of blood filled glass
Crack and shatter so
Blood of fear
Of tidal near

Throw you to and throw

Falling now
In tempist depth
Inky pools of dire

Finds a heart
Unscrewed of vain
A brave, sunk
Now
Unmired


Remove this
Chainmale  misaligned
Misleading met of match
bold of
Of chance
And hearthen dance
To swallow  in a fire

Hardened
Resolute
Of this
his
Hell
Of circumstance
Will find he ever
Such a sort
To catch a demon's glance.