Poverty

This ailment clips my bare soul
My malady hides my ample sight
Penury loads my cognition. Watery hole
Shift not far my destination, yet too blight

It is corral, harvesting my living carcass
I don't egender chaff in the shining sun
this coop is an enclosure of my idleness
Like a jailbird my to be is limited and shun

*One day. My wandring ship will wheel
My fervor will ease and I'll scope my haven
My wounds and lesions will then heal
I will grab my revenue as in Heaven

The youth

Good toppest lustre of the day
The brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
Our pure ambrosial saints ain't flames

These souls has a new odour today
The young beautiful flash to play
We are the good children of glare
Our colour candytuft shift blur

God's love mends and make the youth
This time and space experience use
The living waters with the future frozen
Our power through the mirror was spoken

Past passion, post move on the song
The uniform dance, listen the flowers wrong
Happiness blossom the rainbow nation
Our fruit bloom the path of fasion

We are blood washing through the rails
Of a sweeping banister. Unfolding tails

their curriculum of beauty is suspense
it confuses the pure essence of sense
stuns and thrills man to indulge and languish
it is a catapult that revokes twitches to distinguish

women flowery toss aloft our deed breadth
our desire and lament proselylate length
we suffer the blight and plaguee of fantasy
we are frail monsters late but in ecstasy

but in them dwell the occult trouble of peace
chide,scold,rebuke and admonish us like louse
rein us by fondues and affectionate devotion
circuitously tenet and statue men in version


eternal motion we dance to the music
their incredulity binds us to mimic

the good toppest lustre of the day
the brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining  through blames
our pure ambrosial saints not flames

we are the good choldren with glare
our color candytuft shift blur
these souls have a new odour today
the young beautiful flash to play

post passion past move on the song
the uniform dances listen to the flowers wrong
but our fruit bloom the path of fashion
happiness blossom the rainbow nation

we are like blood washing through the rails
of a sweeping banister unfolding tales