You can just Run

Until your feet bleed.

Run and because
got many so many
and sometimes just me

Run  you can
Sometimes just stay
But always you'll be
My Fun time girl

Your a fun time
And my fun time girl
U Bring your bag
Lipstick  and smoke
I Let your smoke
fall off you lip

Scream and I'll be right here for you
I see a a tear
Not always for you....


Be just with
Be just for me
Me Needs
Are
Just
With just only me
My fun time girl

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.

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.

Something beautiful
Something shame
Little death
A soul to rein

All the sadness
Loss and gain

The moments happy
The cuts off pain

Youth untangles
the fear we never
Knew could  be
Of all of ever
And wrenchind
shock
And oh severe
Leaves us  slivers
Of our selves

That makes the tragedy
Whole

To make us Bind our cuts

All the Worthy
While


To fight
mortality

Funny,
Laugh .

Funny, what.
Funny to your face.

For a laugh.


For
Arsenic.

And,
Decrepit
Lace.

Older now,
So double down.

Double.
Or a frown?

Lakes of tears,

As anger rears,



You Funny,
Funny clown.

So Jest with life.
Success
And strife.

And tack on you
The peers.

The Love's,
The loss,

Throughout,
Throughout,
All,
the coming years.


For
Never was a smile to small

To
Be a cog it's gears

SO, LAUGH.......

It's Funny
Funny now

So Funny, face your fears.

There and that
What can be
In all we ever see
Might of you
Counter to
What I might
To flee.

For a fight
In this delight
Walk away
And pass
And feed the nub
And on
The tincture
Rub and rub
And
Rub

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.

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

He left and with an empty box
His promise in my hand

An alcamy of token love
A ring to temper chance

Fleet of thought
I thought to fight
My resolute of past
Shed of me my thought Of this

The yearning endlessy

So forged of will the burning trust
The trivial is gone
And time once spent,
Is  made undone
To render my heart free.

Walking in my shoes.
Is only selfishness.
With a foot that,
Fallows
Failure.
Flotsam too and fro.

For now I.

Am only past,
and weary Crucible.

For You my friends, outstretched
Your hands.

Which I did swipe away.

When ever you would stand with me.


To draw me too the light.


For with your hands.
Did find me Led.

Me,
throughout​ the night.

And such of this,
A heart of stone.
That turns all hearts to Lead
Finds i built
A
chilly home.

With winds to reck
And waste away

For I did swear to hate

And then too​ this
My road of Vice
Forever on my own.
With a heart
Of stone

With a heart of ice.

Devined  of the furies
As liberties alite.

To give up truths
Tributes all
And all my little spites.

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 fell and then asunder.
To dreams of dreariness.
Through this world of light I blunder,
Under it's awful sun.

That singed my back with crease and crack
And slapped my pallid face.
To sluggishly descend my form
tattoo and debase.

So slowly sear with blister bare
And on a cruel light binge.
And shuffle to oasis
To seek the deserts fringe.


With foot steps so determined
As I beg to nap.
To see the stars and next a day
With pain to be my map.

Of the heat
Did Solomon speak,
"walk or be you dead"!

With object clear and prospect grave
without the time for dread.

So shrill the voice that said it clear
0f the prospect, dark decay.
And from this valley ever dry
I do now walk away.

You wander through a sandy grave
with headstones made of dunes.
And cheaply bought are runes of pain
In an arid doom.


So i walked
And so i walk.

With light above that mocks.

My face to shade of grey of this
As I melt beneath the sun.
With skin of white to black and ash
And stride became a run.


My measured fear with loss so near evaporated soon.
No face to palm at heats alarm
At this my wall of backing.

So bid farewell to scarab sneer
with haste in lands of folly.
Or ever thirst of water dear
while waiting near a well.
And be as me on the hottest day
with a cup of hazard.

To flip a coin and part a wave
In oceans made of glass.
And dream again
with what was done
now firmly in the past.

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.

How in all hell
And heavens made by love
Can I make myself forsake
The ones that loved
Below
Above
Although
They come
and go.

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.

The failing flight
Of tribulation
the half fight of a gradient
Roads
That dip in
Gradually

The Little times of hurt

It, the road
It speaks

"Come and find us free".
"You be only half the way"!

For that is of it's course

But this pray I never be
The loss of rage
I've cleared a Path

An unobstructed trail
That I might to follow
Yet stubborn I to head
Lessons trepination holds

With least regard to caution

So lock and step, to and fro
Let it be and such it was
On tip of toe I follow


So mighty a callus made to faulter
By the glass that cuts the
Soul


This is my mighty reconning

Yet i still to follow

With no regard to Pain
is a pact
I dare not shake

I've That Path and Pain

With pity not to know.

So, Pity for tomorrow
While on and on i go.


Mighty thee my Foolishness that make for me a bed lies

Never to me, with truth in hand
Discarded and unwanted
Recourse for only the unclean desperation born of fears

The wailing of the things once
Owned

With a will of darked tone.

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.

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.

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.

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've been a drunk for twenty years.
I buried the dead and rise each day.
I lie, I steal my self away.
Under all my greedy love.

I am so old with my reget.
So much older with my past.
Bought with gallons of the beer.
So intimate my fret.

To melt here all alone.
In the mire of muck and murk.
I beg command of lights command.
To dare the stein its foam.

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

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.

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

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?

Open a Door and find me standing there
When the mirror says no
A door opens and I'm at the end of
A long day away from you.

A car turns over to the tune of runner
Runner so I go
Should I hit the road or the bottle
Nothing makes sense when I see the day
Turn black every which way did you smile
When you didn't have to
So I'll smile back

I cried one day.
And it poured
And poured

The fountain filled

Overflowed

And I had
Nothing left

To hold my tears

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".

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.

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

She so small,
That hunts.
The things on ground that crawl,
In briar patch, and up to wood,
Of things that hide in trees.

Of leaf and branch,
And twisting vines.
Of all such covered
In gall.

With they, so small of feet.
Run with panic and fret.
Run from her,
From fang and claw.
Lest they be her meal.


Those things for her to meet,
With quickened beat.
To underground
And find the sound,

Retreat.


And never of her match.

Of then defeat and her to eat,
Of mouse and squirrel​ dispatch.

Of everything that moves,
And everything she catch.

To every bow, and down to grass,
With eyes that seem of glass.
That holds your gaze.
Until you see.
With last of breath
You gasp.