Have you seen the Hills of Eden
They just lay beyond the grove
Where the beauty of the pasture is matched only by the snow
In the season of coldness when the hemlock starts to grow
Have you seen the Hills of Eden
Where the mass graves lay untouched
It was only for the purpose,man is always in a rush
Hush now children, don't be foolish
It's only tales of ghosts and goolish
Yet the weary be aware , above the graves the grass it fairs
Fairly poor from lack of sun or food I know not
yet for purposes the grass is dead above those spots
where dead are laid atop of dead
Like flesh was spread, and nothing said
It is the manner of our ways and still the Hills of Eden fair the same.
Like the rose flow
The lush exterior
Beneath the thorns that cower?
or the beauty of the rose is venerated from its lush exterior
allowing the unpleasantness of the thorn to contain an essence of beauty
thus the beautiful will bare the cross of the wicked
and the wicked will be better for it.
and say i have seen the Hills of Eden

I crave to create
But my creations miss behave
Cause they don't attiquately meet
My devotion for the week
I find a new prophet most often even when I sleep
I'm partial to the fact that humans can weep

If u express in a speech or an action
I will caption and it well dwell till it seeps
Neither aggressive nor obsessive is a quality I fancy
Yet if it were to follow then my senses would be dancing

I believe in light in the darkest places
The light is never gone as embers lie awaken
A mere glow can grow to a great fire
If  the fuel forgrowth is allowed

I wonder to the worth of my actions whether creation is worth the time it's after
Not to the worth of creation. Yet the worth that I place at my feeble dedication.
My nippet at the toes of a holy saint as a catholic salmon they are about to fillet
My search for the light is not to infer  it is Shinning brighter for me then you or even her
that  may the case in a state or a place
Not mine I have no Devine ordination
I just search and I'm blessed with coordinations
That you'd see. If you were me and I u
Or a shrew  as they do act quite rash like you do

Like at times the sun is clouded. All that can be seen is the clouds enlightened.
The promise of a storm.
Sealed on the cusp of a clouds lips
Unleashed in a fury
As to expel the the darkness
The power of a cleansing
Then again, the sky is blue
the clouds are white
the sun shines bright

No one man sees the dark sky
And fears its darkened state
As more then a chalky slate
It i only a product of the storm
As man is a product of his storm
No man is a dark sky
they just play stage to their storm.
Which all together is a topic not of the norm
Whether cold or hot
Ice or pots a nd plans
Your summer plans lay ruined
The ruins , you harbour
A product the doctors and dentists
Or mendists
Can't doctor
The clouds have all cleared the way.
To display
The destruction

There once lived a hare
on the edge of a square
in the woods near a river
but you wouldn't care

most particularly tho
if you saw you'd say so

that you've never laid eyes
on a hare fit to size

with a three piece armani
and ears to the sky

would be smoking a pipe
and checking the time

i'm not fit to be tied
nor need medical eyes

the hare was aware
that when smoking time flies

late for a drink of both gins and some rye
the pipe laid out gently between his two eyes

a cry nor a screach
any deliverance of speach
was said from the head
of this fellow in peach

puffing his pipe
just as fast as you'd think
the hare had vanished
like smoke in the mix

Quiet said the moon
the children are sleeping
away in their rooms our light only seeping

towards them the light barely for them
here in the sky all you feel is boredom
only to watch but to never adore one

lay quiet my children
with the sky full of millions of eyes
and your eyes on my sky lets me watch you

like lovers do

my gentle feel only to embrace such a face
such as yours sharp as swords for a war

How you pain me

as I siege at the cusp of the earth
like a mother at birth

nor I
for I have fallen and failed
yet still I sail for shores that adore your presence

My children
even in my banished state
from afar I see you

As love knows no bounds
I roam amongst the clouds and celestial bodies
to feel you

My stars excite the sky
The only gift to offer
acknowledgment that I am here

As so many that have looked past me
Who I have loved in loss
Your mother is waiting

I have herd the cries of the hurt and the scorned
Crying tears much like mine
For you are not alone

My shackles Bind me
But my inner unwinds me

Forever is not enough time to deter my longing
You my children are the cause
The birth of the earth

Sleep my children
I'll stay watch

I had once herd a tale of both gooblins and goblins
that hide by the house on the hill full of robins

where no cats would lie
not a feline in site
in that case nor a horse and toboggan

If when the sun set
by your luck you'd have met
a most suddenly sense, you'll most likely regret

to inform that the norm is is most vital
a chorus recital while sleeping, the feeling is seeping
of course,   he fears for the reaping

To come?
Is it done?
has it happened?

No third party captions
his captor
a mind full of rapture

to hear ever after
a rapping, a tapping
his own hands just clapping

the door doesn't move
but the grooves in the wall are expanding
these dreams so demanding

Demented dimensions
his body retention of fear and the queer
have him panting

gasps without asking
a sublime such as this
and the temperance of bliss

have the curtains been called
or is it all but a miss
guided ventures of vengeance

His soul but a remnance of courage
is left in the depths
and before us he slept

such a man who believes
in trees where the robins at ease
do enjoy such a breeze

That breath air in the room
where he lay quite awake
Till his wake

Peter the frog!
exclaimed jimmy the toad
I dare you
I dare you to cross that road

water and flies
the moistest grass lie
just out of reach
too bad you cant fly

oh I shall and I will
then a tale to thrill
of peter the frog
in water so still

reverence my sight
tomorrow you might
wish that you came
and conquered your fright

As peter explained
it was nights where he lay
pondering places outside of the bay

there now he was
on the cusp of his courage
and to think his delight had been so delayed

Never could I
Panted jim with a sigh
travel to places outside of the bay

If matter I live or I die who can say
yet simply I state it shall be in this bay

so travel now friend
you wouldn't want to be late
for a fate of fresh bounties lay outside the bay

I seem him no more
Hear him hurry his pace
the titan of timber along on his way

Jimmy the toad
had no interest in roads
only in having his *** by the bay