Each hour we breathe
Is a minute to make believe
And the old sister's say
There is only one way to obey

And the last poem to die
Was the best battle cry
The night shows still young
Where now is day's tongue?

Oh later laid
I have already paid
Tell me my way
I listen there is nothing else to say

Where I am born
I am swain
There is nothing else
But a lover's quarrel
And it's cripples cane

In it's nearest death
The sheath there is worn
And where we are born
All else
Is lays naked n' torn

Hear the waves of the ocean
It's sinister whisper
There once was a sister
That said she would listen

I miss the mountains
I miss the valleys
And all their eternal fountains
There were eyes in those hills
That never fit the bill
Yet the assassin with his knife
Never dared missed His ****

I am heading home
You know how I roam
Don't let me bother you
The theft of time
Is nothing to lose

Swearing where I am sworn
I will live with dying poetry
And the complexity of life's symmetry
Will leave me with nothing but
Humanities chemistry

Take me
Where I am not wanted
Take me
Where I am taunted

The knolls are burning
See them
Hear them &
Taste them

There is nothing left here
But the sacred
Ask to be nots

Each face
Holds its shadow
And the widow
Hold's Her flower's

And every contradiction
Spells out
Its own prediction

There is my home
On the road
On my own

I see the plane
I see the rain

And who hears
The questioning sane?
Who unknowingly chooses
To listen
Who is only to blame?

There we are
You and I
On the mar

When we were young
We were naked

Wondrous
Always questioning

Where the serious
Would gain their grim sense
Of youthful satisfaction

In sour
Connotations

In night
We leave

And in day
We dare not
Look back