And so it breaks as I break
But to say that is that
No lies it would be
Death has come and I have watched
As the albatross stays at peaks Unknown
I forget of it and truth that must be for death has yet to claim me.

And so I left,
Not because I was weak
But because,
I Was human

I’ve lived
I have lived!
But death, she still
Calls.

Son of one has left us, stirred of emaciation
Upon plank has the heat grasped?
Love of the tree to brook, a forgotten relation,
Just as dirt on hand shall never pass.
Free of gloom,
Amongst passing in pending doom,
Hitherto forgotten, yet a thought shan’t lash;
And youth coward as cowards seek mass
Sheltered here forever more,
Rain shall rust minds steel door
About refuge of heat spoken in rhythm.
Grasp faith and defect from lore
The end is nigh, though do not give in.

Weathers unnerving tempo
Draws ****** of livid bright
Drawn near though mad and slow
I, man of mere human might

Gazette it as life to death
Not so, we must choose
Appear ahead, loved and left
Of our own deeds we shall lose

Foghorn crying straight proud
Of himself
Licking the smog formed brisk upon days seal
Out of the picture fresh of pollution and
Real
Dreams held in hands uncaring and uncool
And that's why
I wish my hopes were held
By you

So green again turns a glamorous white, dancing upon itself,
As the sky meets earth, sleeping along the horizon.
The grass has perished, but dreams flaming in ash live,
A spruce standing of pride below the north star.
And time has swung selflessness in the bitter, calling forgive!
Let fly smiles of joy, a rhapsody folly with life.
To fret in thought of inked paper, rests below thought in mind,
as persistent beauty calls faux a changing tide.
And too does the tide seize, with blades etching abstract within,
the cover it crouches below, breathing a gentle glow;
Below the constant moon, wishing me happy from my window sill.

Within the room she sat, lined of wood and paint,
Did the sun highlight her emerald eyes and her pursed lips.
Whispering her lies
Of I and her, dates long over, kisses lasting forever.
once this energy has been shared, it will last.
Of future words striking light upon times past,
So let me lay, listen and love, this angel carried by heavens
Dove.

Found in Eden as love lives
"Let it live!"
He screamed
"Let it!"
Feet brush grass
Swirling in style yet seen
Peak of eye by brook and burch
As it were spoken
"I've heard"
He called
Yes, in church
Yet dividends runs dry
Though it shan't matter
When where he lay
In the garden
No
No, in Eden not so
And perhaps this is heaven
Not of where, who more so
Is there at times ending.

Lily, my sweet water lily, let not the ripples swill your flame,
nor the warted toad exceed your range.
Though the rain disturbs the water it cant disrupt our love,
This lonely love I pray you feel aswell, keeping you up,
as it does I.
Though the words I say are battered within the tumbling droplets, and fall into mere ripples upon your grace,
I will never stop crying them loud.
Though stones skipped, scar your once pristine complexion, I cant mind, for I too have left myself robbed
of self love.

You, lonely eyes, have accompanied me through
The destruction of worlds,
The dreary plague crying constant sad.

You, flower upon wood, flow free of your own mind.
And for this I love your folded ears,
Your growls flaming a soft smile.

Within this finite feeling rolls mothers tears, growing
Quite continuous stirring in the summer
Rays; yet I have no control, no thought paroled.

Parrots upon the screens I watch, as real as the day is dead,
You, lost soul, envy the phony,
The rich in money, but poor in dignity.

So I skip essentials of growing up;
And strip bark from tree.
Let the sky turn red as the poppies head.
For I ride drunk of love to be free.