I am not what you think!
I am a door to unparalleled joy,
I am a wild tree that grows,
I am green even in winter,
For all the world even knows,
Many are my "faults" but none see
What the future brings,
Obedient to the path you follow
That you're told to isn't the right thing.

I am a golden feather, a magic coin,
I float upon the streams to be found,
I can answer you with only this logic;
You are tomorrow, you are the future,
You are going to find your way,
Even if you did so with engel "magic,"
Yours is what you seek. But please remember:

Most importantly,
I am an open door through which you can enter,
Cast off all of your fears, your death and disdain,
Start over, be yourself, leave, come back, go free,
Forget your bitterness and despair,

*...or hold on to all of your anger, your pain...

Early in the morning
and all through the day
through the dawn
and through the dusk
you know no sun
you know no rain
through the night's silence
and through the day's violence
is that you long lost love?
or is that someone new?
whom are you singing for?
in the same tone
and in the same tune
rest a while and
stop kissing the sand
are the winds pushing you
or is it you coming forward?
be whatever may
you rhythm never fails
to attract not your love
But scores of those who live!

I fear I've become
formulaic and dishonest
though honesty has never
flown freely when I bleed.
I instead inscribe
insolence, decadence
dolled up in demand and
hand picked participles
to show my snappy wordsuits
down this two dimension catwalk.
I've tasted the fraudulent freeverse fantasy
and washed out what I've done
years past, former lives,
servitude to scheming rhymes
and tracking down the feet
meter by meter.
See!
I own the jargon,
jot it down freely
with a casuality undeserved.
Read carefully, cause herein spouts my effort.

Slink back to default,
once in whiles,
show them that you
got it still.
Baring teeth or
gleaming smiles
differ at souls'
windowsills.

And simply so, it seems again
like pox against my aching skin
I simply substitute some time
to rhyme and let it all begin...

When everything is lost,
observe your landscape.
In the end you will find
more than what you had in mind.