Rumblings of a barrel
Free men pay with blood
The price in ounces of lead
At the end of a dragons tail

As I am death and such decay
With my changing birth
With mirth that must abide
In endless years to hide

So shroud my light that at my dawn
I cover all the sky
And lay in wait
With all below
as I will wait to die

For time can only change
In the violent and the strange
For Yama, does now find us so
With all the earth refined

For in the few and moments passed
Kokopellie make it new

As all of us and all of them
scream into the sun


For this,
the fearing stout
Rebel attack and mount
the grounds inhabitants
For violent be our sort

Do Picket at the cosmo light
With heavens hells command


Find us now again
To the sky we peer
As queer it be the open vail
That looks to see us small

For racked with pain
Us that feign
With gun and god in hand

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Every time I drink beer
I lose a piece of me

Every time I hit the lights
I see

Just who I am

With me behind the ******* wheel
I hope to hit to hit a tree

With

Me inside my head I die
A little every day

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

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..

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.

There is dark inside.
For happiness has lied.
But, take it's leave,
while hopes concede,
with time, of us to bide.

Such is of its place.
With life and flesh debase.
Make light of none,
with parting sun,
the desperate to erase.

So go with key in hand.
And heart inside a tomb.
To steel away, from hearth and past,

in past no longer stay.

With listlessness​,
to find a match.

To claim,
and, make away.

To make a hope,
the common tongue,
we speak of everyday.

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.

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.

Hear the echos
Of the drip
Of wrist
And salty eyes

For they ever will remind

Of all that die
who came before
Those shadows that we find.

Doubt the colors
They we wrought
So red to drain
In vain of hope
And chance we to anew

Of a Constant stain
There that ever was

The passing of a few

That make us ghosts
Unformed inblazed
With all and ever true

So this my wretched
Racted and weary Broken bleeding heart
Is now my place of the alone

And now my place to start

To mend a broken me
That tore away my vanity with pain now to dismiss.
And on your​ Lips
To find for me
a place to plant a kiss.

Or wait and pull
From out my hate
A place for us to meet

And find within the desperate past
The heavy hearts we rung

So let us find we meet
In a place alone

Where not a heart can live
And be us suicides.

the dragonflies went south
away to hotter climes
to warm of air
with mighty wings
and unto clearer skies

where a dragon might
alight
and float above alone
in never ending skies
away to shine and flutter wings
to make a wind its name




and find abandonded dragon lair

with ever weathed wing
with wind to ride and sing
trivaile of small and tempest call
of all such small a thing.

Into the dye

Heat pushes me small and fragrant
Into a different cast
Cold and steal
Make me
into new

Green be gone and long the nap I take
tansforme  and and color shake
Long again
Until I wake

We're Ivy grew
Now snakes a cord
Of length and sinue
Grip

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

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.

Hi, i was away
Yesterday
I said I'd stay
But still I went anyway​

Away
Away

I Went away
For a Will and while
Begin again
And Only for,
Only for today

I laughed
I laughed
A little while

Only

yesterday


But Only for today
Because your here
To watch me walk
And Watch me walk away

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.

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.

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.

All that is left to leisure
Is left in the hands of Gods

All that dispose themselves to vice vitality let leave.

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.

What does lead taste like?

Is it a sour cancer.
a sweat burn
a heart that sees another
but walks to it own tune
and never lives a life of another
the pause within a beat
at heart that stops
and quiivers

lead is made from time
beyond the shimmer of the
ore its home is uranium
and what it became was fuel
we were met with us the consequence
of indifferent isolation
when edison said no to darkness
and almost pulled a stone from a calloused hand
and then to doom and all destruction
a silent death
our almost lost ego
to our isolation we went

by rules, its learned
from young earth, the sum of ourselves
are the cooperation of parts
tthe warming of newer hearths
and resignation of all isolations.


be it value
by it valor
by the venue of the
seeing
now the consequence of open boxes
did we we become culpable.

be you a mighty thing
that owns all of creation
station of the master's word
destroyer and disaster
and the fondest memory i will ever have

with every deed small  unseen
underappreciated
forgotten in a second
discarded and forgotten

yell, hell.
yell hell
I'll see you there.
we do this with abandon

and i will always have your back

I have this hope
to  reaching out
I have for you all
hope
a dollop of compassion now
is ferryman naught sought

because it was when we were children and you said can i be your friend

and i said yes

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.

To a hew of dark of Green
To a hue of red

Those of timber
Stout of frame

Lay down there leafy bed

For the cold
Is sleepy day
And black of night
The sleep

Have they yearning
For the light
That daily
They upright

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

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 was a man.
Short of love and drawn to strife,
And none to senses find.

He to sort and sell his life.

Early in his dawn.

Mostly man and more of tears,
Yet born without a heart.


Of what was thought?
Of others nought

With Emotions,
Never near!

For he was cold,
And never bold.
But fought  for he to try.

The valiance of a man to see.
And grapple with to be...

With ego, ether, earth and
Folly.
Unmeasured
and now free..

So he exact, and rectify
the the pain
they caused on he.
With shallow pause
And much of cause
To find them misery.

And lent his heart to
Hell.
To make all heaven see.
That it is both
The right and wrong.
That caused a pain to be.

**** 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

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.

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 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 guise of death
Can not stop the burn
Can not stop The yearn
For what may lie ahead
But shadows us each
Moment
Temps and tramples on
The want of getting out
The silence of the shout

So scream
And scream
To the heavens up above

With poise and presence
Diligent
That your broken form may shout.
Away

How about?, The basic.
Thoughts escape me daily.
Early training gives me leave of thought.
What writ of old should do me well
Or into the mailstrome go
Or start at Goodnight moon

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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 drive in the evening, I drive away from me.
I turn the wheel and hear the squeal
After
I turn the key

Staring at me has no strength
Between this metal me

Radio, rev

Rebel ride
I'm on a petrol high

Tempt me trample tune and catch
kiss my asfault hide

Run and run
Duck and hide
I am the glitter ground

And can you hear
The ground it screams
I drive it under, so
All of hell has come, on up
So I can make
my sound.

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

I was caught by an unseen eye
In all the infinite.

That forced my gaze too see the truth, and with rapture I was caught.

In all this violent passion
I never was afraid.
That I might
meet you again
In another time.

When the ground was made of glass.
Full to tease it's brim.


Never to relinquish faith
The hope it placed within.
The years ago when children
laughed,
with foolishness and whim.


Caused a trembling hope regardless
On it's jagged edge.
Those world's I've yet to meet.

The world seen from a ledge.
places that I did come from.
A world to make, me flesh.

distant dream,
that  soon to see.
And


None from all,  and ever made
That went, could feel a loss,
could claim or then attest
they know of there trevail.

So I wake,
And then I sleep,

Awake,
Awake,
Awake, And sleep.

The memory, that was.

Of the early reconning.

The time I thought my life
was yours.
Those times of early thought.
Without the choice for chancing.
With time in life, our lot.

what am I?

it carries much weight
but not of the world
but of it's scaffold
to the glimpsing of worlds

it's nails are not bent
it's foundation not beauty
to forward a purpose
in hurry it's duty

holds paint
at low hight
with seldom seen
cracks
with the killing of dogs
and runs from its tracks

it runs past it's brother
trapped in a box
to showcase it's house
of plastic and leather

it moves to new houses
with changing of weather
and into a mouth you dare never ever.