Let me be selfish!
Let me be snobbish!
Let my ego shouts out!
Let my whole being be free from those silly norms!
Destiny might have other plans than what I hope!
Maybe I'm not part of your dreams or world!
Maybe I'm not in anyone's agenda!
Maybe I'm bringing Confusion!
Maybe my Shadow and the Dark Side still there and has its agenda!
                                    If I say "I Love You".....
Am I violating your Values... Your Freedom... Your World!
                                    If I say "I Love You".....
Am I breaking the norms of universe or peoples' or Community's Rules!

I am only voicing what is crying inside me!
I am only voicing the instinct that created by God!
As I am one of his Sons!!!!

Do I still need to care about those Norms anymore!

no more.

words
weaving us together
strangers turned friends
unity in silence

By Arcassin Burnham

Flame,
I've got someone you've never thought of,
Its just sometimes I'd get real caught up,
You'll never see it coming,
theres just A lot of things on My mind,
And I won't sit around and waste my time,
You'll never see it coming,
for a man that has been afraid of death
for a while now
writing is his dream and he won't stop now,

/

My anxieties are getting worse,
The devil laughs as the people feel electric in
His moon light of war and love and lust with
Destruction in the mix,
Thats why I'm ******,
Will never be adapted to this,
If I hadn't left the room I would have took the ****
Switch,
With her red dress,
Horn beheading looks of a marked pest,
I will never give in to a demon with confess.

Indian pipes rise ghostly
from ancient compost
of needled tears shed
white bells corpse-silent
shunning Light’s vital touch
sleeping instead in symbiotic beds
of gracious hosts, who in turn
kiss the feet of living Giants
lushly burning gilded rays
to fuel their green economy

I've embraced my nothingness
My cosmic insignificance
And my indomitable will
And drive to make a difference.

So though the world forget my name,
and **** me with no shred of fame
I'll take my chances just the same
To bridge the gaps that leave us lame.

I'm not so vain to need to know
Who'll miss me when it's time to go.
Even if my crew won't grow,
My heart, my fellow man, I'll show.

By Arcassin Burnham

To a box filled with rocks you are nothing
More than just a loose human being,
You pray to your false idols,
everything Goes down hill ,
it's just not what it seems,
Filled with all of the rage that you got from your
Past but you can not stomach dreams,
When life hands you lemons just take a breather
And **** back the gun and just squeeze,
Slang and suicide mixes but life will go on like
Ghost of the Titanic,
There are so many questions,
When will we see our end?
When will we see each other panic?
Blazing with fire and acquainting the seasons of
Summer and fall,
Learning where all your conditions will end up
With suffering through it all,
In faith.


/


This is a beautiful hell,
I wonder what it wants,
I wonder If it'll prevail,
have I done something wrong and is pretending right
Now not to remember cause it's kind of hard to tell,
This is a beautiful hell,
Filled with blue and purple roses,
The smell is like a Sunday afternoon just cleaning
The dishes and embracing the soap,
Thinking all your sins could be forgiven,
But your mind moves in parallel,
This is a beautiful hell,
Get me out of this dream cause it's certainly
Not a night terror,
Can't compare,
The useless things to the more worthy things
But I'm here,
In this loop garden where everything happens
The same way it was meant to,
No outcome to the issue,
just let them forget you.


/


Somethings coming my way
if its beautiful and full of love i'll let it stay
onging sessions have me in daze
today i'd say its not my day

Hate to be the bear of bad news but
I have to let you know that I got someone
To protect,
In my care,
I won't bare to see them hurt,
Their skin is cold like a blizzard,
Id do anything for them besides to leave and
Cross the earth,

somethings coming my way
facing dues without the pay
starting off on a clean slate
to do right by someone else is like a dream
of eating cake.

They gathered by Williamson Road at sun-up
      from neighboring spreads across the Tioga valley.
They came with carts laden with lumber stacks -
      with saws, adzes, hammers and sundry tools.

They gathered with the homesteaders bond.
      to co-build their neighbor's' dreams.

Sweet music of community echoed off the hills.
     Chisels clanged into rock, shaping the foundation,
saws sang into boards to frame a timbered skeleton.
     The staccato syncopation of hammers fastened walls
that soon would shelter plowshares, stock and grain.
      A smithy leaned over his fire and forge -
chiming iron into sturdy latches and hinges.

     Children scurried about mixing squeals and laughter
with exuberant fetching and lifting whenever called.
    
In two short passings of the sun the deed was done
      and a handsome new barn, decked out in a wash of red
was silhouetted tall and proud against the fading light.

Homesteaders gathered at a celebration table
      to share a hearty meal adorned by the music
of fiddles, grateful smiles and easy laughter.
  
Then one by one they steered their wagons home
      gazing back at what their labors had wrought -
knowing to the depth of their communal souls
      that we are more together than we are apart

Listen up, America!  This is the music of community.
      We are more together than we are apart.

*© 2016 by Robert Charles Howard

High Priestess
Throwing out the Bait
Crocodile Swimming Pool
Training Session For Another Time
If only theirs was God-spoken