It's a long journey all in all
Especially when you have to crawl
Under knots of trees
past the honey bees
Or just the job
of staying on that wooden road
When it's so fast to erode

And when we go into the marsh
We can't move our feet
Stuck in the mud
But still it makes us complete
Because
we still have the memories
And more friends than enemies
Especially as we run
And when it's begun
A good feeling
When we run through the forest
No, I am not a conformist
Just a soul living in the moment
Not a criminal
Not a sceptic or a poet
So let's relax

I will waste no more time
Worrying about that crime
It's really quite a silly thing
To do  
And I know what I mean
Believe me
I know it may seem
Like a hopeless cause
Full of holes and flaws
But just remember  
In the sea of happiness
The only drop of tear
Is the one that you yourself
Did Make appear.

A bleak motive, turning in a black backwards motion.
Fluent in rushing, pursuant in the crushing.
Ebony wood, the serenity compared to the knife.
A stifling recollection, within the house of corrections.
Was it a natural selection, gazing within the angel's reflection?
Garbed in white, and in her conviction.

A change of direction, now...

The resurrection of our mutual affection,
Was it over protection, or was it just mental rejection?
The pain was only an imperfection, built within all our disconnection.
My sense of direction gone within your vertical selection,
left with words- sharp like a needle;
sticking an intravenous injections.

So, should I offer my protection? Moments, within sight of the point of intersection?

No, keep on...
Keep on spreading the **rejection infection.

Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death

It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,

White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer's pace.

A new approach to things-
may seem.. Frightening.
a click, trickled down into a
different land-
shows the horizons of a
striving, bitter man,
and his loved ones.

I can't seem to love one-
of the 7 billion that claim
they are someone-
THE one-
That answers after
they listen,
and dances in
the distance-

Even in the rain- I smile
a delightful frightening
new smile.

Smile, dear
And let the world see
How strong and brave
You faced all the pains
You have gone through.