you'd rather hate me than miss me
banging large percussive drums
enraged; so passionate.
I'd only listen in on its fruitful
blasts of flame invigorating your soul
nodding a head alongside.

let the anger out
and by god it might
be productive.
i will persistantly
attempt to advocate, to
evoke the life inside you.
the true living.
advocating for openness
until the clawing hands
of nature, in time,
drag us all down to be but
a garden of daisies.