As this energy restart's over flown
isolating pain with Illustrations thus our convictions
our afflictions our endeavors united
Our love defined a declined selflessness exile,
Passions Achieved
yes , we are trace's of matter that no longer matter  
We write- the declaration, our orders 'to Design.
Painting Christ cries With what new tragic world order a view
a peaceful monk  chasing purity, forevermore a rising son with eyes
passion achieved
whom in which it is in thyself so curl with anger  
art thou thy future, thy nonage hidden aside deep waters ,Regressing Depression Defacing aggression with progressing a cure by pressing brush to canvas.
pushing a non existing perfection only for humanity a last
Passion achieved

Autumn* movements seems
to be
like a warm Indian Summer:

Colourful leaves cover
A
net of
Branches

Breathing life:  
The heat, the beat, the tender
Sun beams birthing: versatility, a vermillion voices
**Rooted along the path of any proud passenger

Patiently he untangles the net
Standing calmly
Brazing the breeze
On the dancing boat
With an oar on its side
Which is cooled by the
Waters of the river..

The sun will set in an hour or so
And he has to finish his catch
Before the dusk
And back to his hut
Where his wife will
Waiting eagerly
To make the dinner
With the fresh catch

Another day
Another catch
The river but
Remains the same
Greeting the fishermen
Who roam the river
With their boats