So i sing the blues
I sing as i should
they say, so i sing
For devil to care.

Song i sing for you
To learn to tell
Right from wrong
Good from bad.

So i sing the blues
All that overheared
Or misunderstood
The heart concerns.

Song i sing for you
To mind to hesitate
For as bad in love
I am as good in hate.

So i sing the blues
Of last good man
As told from news
I do know better

Song i sing for you
Making you wonders
For the heart in due
Please handle with care.

If you would see her there
Wont you say hi from me
Tell her i am doing okey
That im doing alright here

No honey i am not sad
In fact i wasnt for years
Okey once truth be said
Maybe i am a little bit.

If she wouldnt remember
Please dont remind me
Yea i stole that from dylan
:Remembered n reminded.

And no im not a bad man
Or least trying best to be
Every night i say a prayer
Alright maybe five a week.

The same roads and ways
greeting men on streets
Drink only beer and no else
Think would be proud of me.

Please see if long is her hair
if warm coat for cold wind
Yea i stole that from dylan
The hair and the phetamins.

If you would see her there
Wont you say hi from me
Tell her i havent changed
Still dark corners a shy kid.

Still havent find my place
Thou i really enjoy looking
Wrote a song a while back
It goes something like this

Goes like north country fare
Where girl of the boy to live
You can close the dylan case
I have confessed everything.

Everyone suffers but not alls suffer suits. If you must sufer, nothings worth of more glory and respect than injustice with no cheeks left to show not clothing to give with coats and bread to break with, i have given you the best of me and i cant think of no one better to have it. Stay out of trouble.

I too thought it to like me what never and none the way it use you been used and i am glad to be counted by among them the humble and the meek to gladen in green fields led once the orphants inheret the world to be wild again and gentle.

Once some repay the due for every tear that overflood the glass once the wicked sun saw each and every of few brothers not brother in deed nor word nor heart do yet in all three will repay hundred folds of they done long after admiting they never should. That broke my heart and left it to fate to fix to never trust to who known as the brothers of nothing and fathers to never and sons to nowhere to go for death a question of honor as for the forest to green when burn or leave to ash to gray without will a wind to care to add to the dirt  from under his nails he carries out to find a reason and be of help not helped, abonden all hope you who enter gates of no one minded to name told

welcome hopelessness and crulty a laugh of a joke on who wasted a time and prided in ****** success of no use but of other of what matters then fear  and power they dumbed of feared to loose like a dream to wake up, for grace let them sleep and rain a lot to rain through and seeds to have a use and find rest their soul a way to dream and dream on like the weeds of meadows fated the fools pay to owe to one of the one horse towns rabbits and cows and goats
to eat like them before in the name of sure same a clue or similar mean not remembered.

Eversince the while is forever and golden age where it rained sweet and in mud was made love and children cherished to hide a piece in their palms behind their backs like a treasure making man laugh kind as gently as the picture of our god we been made to be and woman to mind to their hands to take to wash and to explain why and how very beautiful they did. Pain is a lesson of poor. The rich in god teach kindness of loving the sinner and call upon brother till he might, to answer not the question, do you love god?! But to ask to forgive for free is done and made by a breath of a word who minded to take a risk of a knife in a back of a heroe from nothing but a coward would and got left in cards to be far from friends worth or any name worth living and hard to be and to known by in strange land of certain but forever what always and men
To take responsibility for their action whatever cost to god.

Man enough to stand on the mountaintop to be close to dare yet apologize for to the mountain to greet an old friend as few that recalls that silence that smell of hope the language of gods ear never heared speak a man whatever means to not say is meant yet more unsaid for the view their soul given green and brown and did bold and asked to be strong as every color of laughter by childrens mind and voice to flawless like the proof in heart no longer needed recalls the thoughts as far they reach to be better than to be best in matters good faithful.

and spoon we weightin on the way downward in bound to the way of ages go and many mountains to climb to greet to tell the year we found to be as called in favour in mens hearts put to wake up with like a mountain is to the country and whats more to mens trust like in stone printed rule the love fated to last till the gates to reach they call beautiful and our names we are and souls yet to meet and the truth! him to see his face and her in love   to cry a kiss on its scareless hands and you to havin bowed

Cared to careless to become as god to found and nothing else no longer matter compared yet matters no less. Said me to have care enough to give and love that loves like a dog dumb to hatin and deaf to threats of foolish and blind to attemps of anything but friendship, of any but friends.  

"Because little folk in nowheres of middle and from all far not understanding nothin, how could?!" Your answer to the sunflowers of the fields in voice as turned to finish pointed to the sun that didnt notice and knows no more than and cares far less. And we laughed with all that hearts then near to and appreciate.

Id say this salt still has a taste to your food to be, if eatin of hunger to feed and taste to feel to know by the chairs and the table to sit or stand near by or together on its feet like a song or time lended an ear, if its the teacher you wish to hear, the good news be, still. Land made by god a home of man a kingdom too as the kings is, so the love to thank you in heart a full for you heared those without voice and learned to speak from and spoke to as  to beggars begging a meal promised to find to hear for two once and speak for three again and sit with the gods. Asked the one without bag to allow me to dress anew in silk and gold and velvet once, if to believe to dare a promise of a man that told you, you shall.

Of sun be made and made to suit a smile it made so many of a smile not fated. And for that and that alone there was to hear the sky spoken of its beloved son its well pleased in.

Called on children for man to be not young but younger that age easily found of beggars charming the mud holy to eyes that can for heaven to learn them to teach from to ask for two and to expect none of the cold to near and those in pain to bring to compare winter with misary of the poor to meadows to root in the great garden and flower for god as beautiful as laughing if allow to be what all it takes to father a bliss a miracle be of children to art.

What whispers quickly called the man of god and him who pointed at to be who said the words its given in a promise them all their hearts all they want to once to give had say to realize having the power just realized and laughing brought the kingdom among them all waitin to happiness a smile a reason to hope enough to make a man sing the song of heavens till.

Twice to greet and three times to ask to make sure to believe a brother and what our home.

Little i know about love
As blind the dark
Is blinding the light.

When her hair touch my shoulders, i dont mind.

Im fine. I swear. In these
darker lonely nights, my roots had found acceptance.

When she rest her head in my arms, i dont care

Water under the bridge and me
How knowledge turn banal missing verbs and dots from wisdom called absurd like time because of watches late when neither knows the right answer to be, i dont know. instead of eating poison just because starving, to throw a coin out of reach, like promise without words to keep like words without truth pointless like the journey without destination, youth without home, without roots not tree but a platation nor a name to keep to keep to care for, but a spring and summer, like the finger that pointed handed saying blessed and holy for hundred folds is told god to repay what isnt and should must. The careless ones that care too much to act or advice. Like the ones knowing the most speaking the least. First one can teach to cry one must learn, like to worry for a concern, bad for good. Like an excuse instead of an answear   of all the questions due, and then i hear: anythings better than hemlock, sounds to me like crosses seem some left behind in gones unwilling or unable or foolish, but not foolish to as love but more to hate as intentionless so godful one, as godles the other. Not as hope that doesnt believe but faith that doesnt hope, like the scars and the wounds like lions and pride like storm rains time that comes in soon is the time that went after time from time to went to come to you and me and you and me to come to care for, careless and carefull like about the rainbow we used to, once talked in thunders and birds screams and the field roads of passway  rocks fallin in mountains under the beatin of hooves of fate free and reason and language and time of salvation a dream we dream about and inviolet heaven a bedlike welcome awaitin all them men of all them boys whose love loves better than mens more than a son a father and father son to home how we greet is what gives that name to that house of great our fathers and our fathers god we too dare to bother to seek  our pay with a dream to awake from once our stomach fed not starving for morrows to die in but days to live close and as humble as honest the heart of the heart we call soul gave a think and roads enough to name one a wanderer indeed wandered and wishesh wished at star fall and prayers whispered to the safe of his palms for fools call foolish every time and for gods call theirs unlike men once therefore always like the said spoken a beggar begs the landlord a meal we beg your charity to grant us you already granted like the landlord the spring and responsibility to brother and duty in disguise every now and then with a new story to end and to sing about like a dove with broken wing, sheep without shepard and voice without sound and silence like god to stay unknown for all  to have to think of, like air like love we breath every breath a scent of instinct an inspiration to know better like heart beats beatless and unknowingly like all we forget but remember. Like all we pass be dying, and all we do and say to mind to dont matter yet to matter like to think to think twice, how many wrongs it takes for a right, as wars to battle to peace and roads to step to meet, tears to cry to see a brother and thorns to a king and kingdom and its dom to heaven get near of far already had come, did never leave nor left like the sun the day and yes a question to not  answer like today tommorow is and yesterday never was as long is cohen writin hallelujah like davinci paints mona lisa, still the beggar asking for a slice is the least, always.

Sometimes i think of water sometimes of the bridge. His wisdom is wise but not profound but ultimate, its emotion like music does to soul to embrace but not hold to kiss for but the cheek to know like love to never give yet never take, speak when spoken, to laugh and without a reason to have a reason many times for rivers to move alike free to run out or walk away just two of the poorest choices of transport, as to get insulted or insult a choice to decide for controll being out of yet free to have a share in meal but not in the song, just as the worda have meaning so do they have reason, which he built his life its laws and gods and decided to be in controll and be free like to do and have done to perfect to complete, he understood we go in morning where we say before night, people are never as sick as they say nor is it ever as bad as it seems or good as one thinks when thinks right never as wrong as never wrong when thinks. Knows only thinks. Doesnt think knows. Before mind a word to speak to cross silence like time to call out to question its patience  to deeds to get done never heared say more than at times havin nothin to say what to pay a privilige to hope or death, door or key, nerves or lack of focus to blame hearts dont listen locked, and before the last dies, so does the week after the last day, so the hope we hoped in was everywhere around, while we called it death where we never been what we could have been drunk and travel with song and the boys a wicked a smile to cherish and band to one word instead like devajah, and with devajah life saved, eternity granted and by stars be shining and falling and devajah to blind to see, by making them look, lame to walk by forgiving the ways of sins and sinners for sake of love asked to part from evil.  

Sometimes i think to drown, sometimes to learn to swim, sometimes to set sail i think to have somewhere to sitq The idea of control is to not have it just as the hunger the strive of soul that searches with knowledge of only known to dont know and free will is only it takes to find it, therefore to find the path that turns to understanding and wells by green lakes with swan and benches and shores to turn inward full of kindness and waterwalls all as welcoming as the surface that echoes every leaf every drop and seed of poppy in one whirl of will at hand of might and on tip of my tongue the reason of able to sense the pain the cause of mistake a lesson in every mirror i see after suddenly like to recall a trivial of some of past and smile, how simple once we understand. Meaning i guess: sad is not sad, nor is happy, as long not perfectly happy with being sad. Nothing is boring except us, if so   so it is with shame just as blame you can a bag to command a man to carry, but guilt is only selfmade why air in that bag bigger than me, of world the half, of hell the cover and heaven everything else, im wearing. Control is not about doing what you want but to want to do what you are. Freedom means act accordingly and slavery to force and be forced. There is a great song: you gotta serve somebody. Like hour to minute, minutes to hour, steps to footprint on the road where you want to be or want to go. Freedom is not in control but control in freedom. Not fencing our loves but facing our fears. Water under the bridge and me thoughts of all the bridges and all the rivers and me's waitin there patiently the great waterendin...
                                  and i laugh.

Water under the bridge and me thinking there be something wrong with me beside the great waterendin.
                      ...and i laugh again.

2.0 In quiet an unease and gloom perhaps would mind burdon to weight in too the gamble which my heart was struggled by to question the certain few and walk 2.1 meanwhile i did so far i knew only so little of but wonder but one or two i did dare nor could i think in that hour else but to count or guess i thought to day and night and myself another three or four or five the many was must had i go to find to came to new of dearanged senses to celestial was the wind to correct the view what i saw like frost on the window smiling like written in a childrens handwrite in the dew on the fields most beautiful rose 2.2 as if something unborn and whole and holy whispered: look! 2.3 And as soon i did i found myself in a land rather strange to call a stranger maybe would and might come to think as unnatural of course it must seem to you 2.4 in time reflect like the cold skin of the old snake does the future the past and present from his heads gliss blue and tip of the sweet tongue and poison behind cold eyes throught out the body moves forward and a crawl and the hiss and hunt of hours and minutes to use 2.5 the body lies gone until the tale it leaves behind to cruel the attemps to bite it has like a flock of storks whirl white it rolls around and clues like oclock the sun the day and the girl the boy and milk the ******* to bloom 2.6 how it ***** on the edge of souls where borders like the cloud to rain apure the world where dont dream anymore and love in due of else instead of adventures to be right instead of true and instead of every what another instead of beautiful another reason why not and not yes 2.7 we are and do it feasts on itself in a link of the high of the chain where its strong and where its weak it   lusts the mind in heat and hangs from much as a beat time a threath in a bottle to remember to mind near and return to sender in the same write of ink and same bottle of glass and from same shore it was found at to find its same way 2.8 in vain hope might but only fair and more by faith is the magic of what im about and is life if you ask so to complain least should what reason of mine to answer 2.9 to word a letter i do have decided to from what thrill it could be only to stole my mind from fear of death to think i might have died to do its worth i would again million times.

In name of our fair king and for sake of poets a dream as love for lovers might be, the reason. Dont be afraid, my dear ones.

In affair rather public the matter known that means but so little much to me as an ache  of a souls thats hungry what dawn is for the birds to sing a bit too soon and wine for the drunken to laugh without a clue is my permission as spoken to i am to speak to adress the youth and the power behind the wheel thou not too soon as still at spin. To advice as adviced by own hearts council.

"Zacnem na konci, aby som skoncil na zaciatku." Wise man once said. Among other in his right. Man is free! And that be sacred to any that wish to ever walk with God. Rumors out of my will at fold them vicious hearts way to wish so much injustice upon their fellow men. Whatever threat the reason. May keep days up at nights. Whatever guilt. Whatever philosophy they mind rotten by undecision twisted by silent lies way untold kept still in its core of their own bloodlines to suffer what answers wrong how nothing hurts and how long it does unknowingly and unknown and untill. Doctor of the sick like flowers because of the spring. The summer.

At the meet of a soul of any at terror name you call kind the spirit and ask: is it justice or injustice that you suffer? Are you beautiful or are you rightous? For merci you ask and for merci you answer.

So at the dawn of time, or the moon in vain, sun is no more by nor shadows it casts. Yet the charm truly charming the call of the spell bold the man and foolish the heart adviced set on the road sent to advice the same by its own council.

I appeal your soul to mind near and love the words as i cherish that house they praise. Our home this land. To protect my interest, for dear to me. From strangers that would treat as somebody elses and enemies that would find it to be a threat and brothers, because you have sinned. And because you are. I know because i am. Youre sins are forgiven. Sin no more. With a deed of washing your hands you shall be resolved. Because i said!

Not your burdon is what i seek, but your trusting heart and an honor of lended ear. Kept in care of doubt. At most i ask for i name my price to be. To ask, be worth a while and of the answer worthy. Men we shall.

I dont know yet i love
Thou the many I dont
I think i like it so far.

The poor affair apart
romance i am told of.

I dont believe a word
Yet i trust like the only
What left from our kind.

Through the grapevine
second hands to hold.

Dont bother me to reason
proud as the livin heart  
knows less to be more.

I will take my time now
To grow old and wise.

I dont know yet i love
The whisper of a voice
Always taking my side

Romantism at most and best a twenty hours high long and wide with hand to heart i stand and souls to mind so pleased to have to be mine. Let me.

Hope you havent insulted by the way of my habit to force the willed. Let me inside give power to hungry for love, with grace i am at most pleased.

Three steps to learn to teach to cry and dance the sad dance of gods i was called and thrilled first a little sting as pain turns to releave and stay pleased.

For a promise to be given all of everything to last the least a way to fall in love a chance to get addicted in line stone wise men breaking and crushing.

Drinking wine am told that brings death to ones it doesnt fear, am drunk to have what to put the blame on once the welcome is overstayed. Well be.

Why's there life?
Because i said so,
That's why!

If id have a wish
Granted to wish
Whatever and anything
In the world
Id wish to forbide
Your heart to sorrow
And ban misary from
For once forever
And tears only of joy
I would add to the law
And hide you away
In my right pocket till
To give the rest of world
In a bag fold by fold folded
To a dot saying: return
To sender, as our little joke
To start a week id cry
To heavens a casual : agrh!
Wrong pocket! And youd smile
Unable to even recall what
that Stupid little thing we love
Even more now as a problem
Of post office to deal with  
and not solve instead of us. Waitin around week by week
To creation.

And so it is, how it starts, for once forever to be one in four,
Instead of two in three. Nothing
To prove the wise and learned
That knows the books but knows
Not me. Has answers without ever asking. Tell them they are told: 'wait and see.' But the ones
Simple in heart to rejoice: 'your sins are forgiven." Because his love is great. Greater than the world. Tell it: 'you were saved.' So fear never more again worry, because of the man as it was the day before for the yesterday to come, by man's i love, love is yours. You were saved of the night, so from now on and from on forever more dress in white, for you are dressing up for heavens. Dare to believe as if knew, since i know you are going to. Turn your face to the sun in soon to tell, in words be kind yet true, that is all i am asking for me to be in you delighted: i am.

For blues sakes
Indeed. Lord
Only mistake i ever
Did was to get born.

Indeed so. Dont mind
Me, mind your soul
Wine talking said
Whispered: im in love.

For blues sakes
Indeed and only right
Were worth to save
And hour to art.

Indeed so, the only
Mistake i ever did
Was to get born
Was to wake up

For blues sakes
Indeed. In the wrong
Part of town. In
Wrong color of skin.

So indeed, im black
And im white. Like im
Drunk when i drink
I drink when im drunk.

For blues sakes
Indeed in this world
Of women and
A careless devil.

So long indeed so
Short and sweet
Lord have merci, we
Are better than seem.

For blues sakes so
If you please. God
Playing dead after he
Won hide and seek.

So long indeed am so
You pay me no mind
Mind your soul since
Well worth to save.

When you get drunk
And clown and ape
Boy, if she is the one,
she wont get mad
but pour you another one.
For the lords name
From vain to keep
And heart full of love.
Boy if she is a gal
To mean that knows
The womans place
To near next to mine
A world on the string
time on watchchain
Boy if she is the one
She will understand
What its like to be a man
In a world like this
corrupted and sold out
Left broke in middle
Boy if she is a gal
Of class she wont cry
Over spilled milk
But help you to pick
the lesser of the evils
With mind well minded
Boy if she is the one
For the heart of gold
Of only worth worthy
of the care of my son.
If my daughter sure will.
She does. Sure is mine.

Out in the cold
Nohow to be bold
Fate be to walk
Havin nowhere to go.

Out in the cold
But count the hours
From sunset to dawn
Days till winters gone.

Out in the cold
Nohow to be bold
Nothing else to know
But how many below.

Out in the cold
Wondering coats
On the frozen road
Some home they call.

Out in the cold
Nohow to be bold
Til mornin of morrow
Til the kingdom comes

All that care bout me so much poor the choice of words
where do they find the time
Is what i really wanna know.

Dont they have kids of
their own to **** up
Thou even a broken clock
Is right twice a day and so.

All that prays for my soul
How i would appreciate
i guess we will never know
Since im not in your hands.

As I raise my glass to toast
Worry about your own fates
Givin back just as borrowed
In our land we like to say.

To all that part in the rumor
Crossing the rightous man
Read the word over and over
I advice you to read it again.

Takes more than song to dance
In my homeland is wellknown
I know gods better than them
ChiRho i saw along another four.

In skies introducing themselves
In dawn of day we had become
Sun rose to glory god did accept
If knowing better, should know.

Like the pages of wednesdays diary, skin it covers within like the air we breath and words we speak the skeletons proverbs fills like the color paints to be, like the soul expressed the freedom of will.

Like the gold of thread it keeps and holds together in one dream, like the dawn to frame the morning like the fog is blank every sheet, therefore endless what nothing you call, for cant read like the song of silence to your ears, brought like the day by sunbeans unfolds the land in a seed on the palm of your hand a secret like the cold whispered in the wind as shadows in darkness rooted known by name is the word what therefore in clues the meaning moretheless dark empty like a window blind the surface mirroring blue the white like a blanket covers, curtain hides, like old age comes youth as love to lovers and poems to poets like dreams of life the lives we dream away.

Comes as hope in other names of grace the fortune fated, ever form it shapes like the night in the heels of yester the morrow the day is, colors of light as chords of sound to make music to master it arts at that hour of magic powers by the spell wills and casted like the world for heaven created was life were born together to be not alone yet one there for ever since as still the mean of always keep through like the road built it forwards private like the council of our hearts told to refuse and instead of doubting to dare you to trust.

For one it kills hundred it saves. Dooms no one nor damns a son nor brother, what father ever would. Forgives all the so and so everything the such a such considers a lesson of an example and calls them as dear the exceptions of the rule to remind us: laws of love and merci and forgiveness. Whatever shall be, in God we endure. For truth to suffer injustice, glorious the cause.

Little ones, i love how i do my pets. Nor means nor power for one the other to it lacks thou defines perfectly the far from authority this world me to judge, or condemn. Thou humble my heart it hears for listens, for loves. Loves dearly

After all the said and done
I cant love you anymore
the ******* is out.

Ha, hahahaha, **, hohohoho
Since the game is over
And i had won.

In our sweet surrounder
with all the *******
all around.

Ha, hahahaha, **, hohohoho
Throw the dice
Flip a coin.

Smart boys pay him no mind
As they know better
I know worse.

Ha, hahahaha, **, hohohoho
Laughing out loud
Jokin of corse.

At times still can rush
a heart a beat or two
As love it feels as once
Find it to be of no use.

At nights a bit too dark
But sleep how it suits
Mind a dream to mind
To dream of the moon.

Nights cant find a sleep
The wonders i wonder
Of times we were kings
And men were of people.

Days never minded to be
Dressed in leather coats
And in ripped blue jeans
Rascals against the world.

At now and then yet still
In sake of vicious dance
Without lead led by lead
Of the zeppelin is made

Where king the son of man is kingdom upon the hearts of words of the poet as lovers love enchanted souls aimed above walking where only sky might seem is pointing at the sun between set and rise and days as starless as blinding the light as blind the darkness we know about but nothing else while think nothing more bout the other.

Blessed to know not than to know wrong. To never search and never find cause never lost. All we have thou are owned by as we serve a slave we bought to pay sorrow and worry to mind close while time laughs and love sings and brave are being bold and not have bravery behind window glass as the wise listen while the lord speaks a wind bout breath it took and dust and tear a soul bout breathing and sound of silence as the truth right. Therefore why wouldnt.

Of all the might but death certain thou important to note do to appeal on men to recognize the mean of being dead and meaning of fate of which had died. Of too late be too soon. Meanwhile a moment. Death doesnt ****, sin does. Its a friend moretheless a foe of living the way out. Like an answer. Like a door. Like the coin flips. Like the news. Like a mistake flawless. Like the joke is wise, since, it takes one to know one. The impossible, the perfect.

As important the road you path, is the foot how step. Good and right as wrong bad, for better or worse, worst is the best. As long youre true, youre right. For wisdom of mistakes the hurt of pain that made us powerfull. Wise and strong. For loves sakes. Beautiful.

I know. Bless you.

There is always a way to keep heart of pain and if some should know how its them and me oh the little me am just blessed by glory and grace to be a set into their own and among lovin hands to be their treasure like their bread they cherish in a way they know. But dont want perhaps intentionaly just like the intentions made bad a good deed is the mistake holy and soul of sinner moretheless mine as only mine as i am who to beg to forgive. Perhaps i will

I learned from other minds
That everything that moves
Is guilty of life. I searched
Across of hearts and found many of worth worthy my love.

I confess sir! Right is well! To speak out of turn i found god.

I learned from minds what of different interests to call it kind as i searched your hearts to caress there are more ways to heaven than one.

I confess sir! I am mad! Madly in love with daughters of man.

As i heared from other minds i got a lot to learn and why would deny on the search of the answer to the question of my heart.

I confess sir if different ward many the flowers to meadow.

As i learned from mind from dying kept as from getting born what you search you find i heared and found the heart of gold.

I confess sir! And sign it in ink. I am mad. Mad like the spring.

From minds of age or other roads than i learned to mind my talk what silence since right and not wrongs hearts to embrace.

Sir! To confess i shall. Hear me your honor and 12 just men:

From walks i found in stone printed the song of birds sing of god only well we were once is told whispered: was made one.

Sir! Of voice of only perhaps but will of more just as fair:
-
Sir! Its not meadow making flowers but flowers making meadows. From a seed like heaven reason why its of the humble. Sir!
Give praise to the lord! For dust the world it turns but. Sir! Dont mistake chance and hope. Faith to fate believe of father son still. Sir!
Honor the lord! For hundred folds is his will to yours and word of times surfaces it echoes. Recognize the year in favour. Sir!
Know your father be you love is your lord by been blessed to glory is god you armored and fated to acompany one day in might. Sir

Day alike at the end
Shading pale a view
Rest to sun in vain
Mornin owe to bloom.

Pray to god in kept
Bless in old anew
8 oclock with a last
Fair spring of used.

At the time the same
Moment notice knew
Made rush the step
Way i did from woods.

As the yester to day
As believed hoped too
When a yet of strange
Same nothin as unussial.

Met suprised my path
Less a least of clue
Gave doubt to instead
Yet did reason aknew.

At life what was sane
Sense a witt of truth
Dealt from above fate
Met in sorrow and moon.

Shape of fright and hell
Dressed in coat a rule
Black of dark a darker
Shape in tall a through.

Ever hard to understand
Standing sure he stood
There what is ten steps
Away a be a skeleton to:

Death what he had said
Had been of introduced
As we were standing there
Having all each of dues.

At mare of morrows met
So set to lost wondering
Rain at storms a thunder
Followed flash of lighnin.

Had come to understand
Was elements language
As all the told what said
Words named called to be.

Scare of souls is made
Power of unknown limits
Bells toll from the towers
Voice cared to echo wind.

Breath holds with finger
Points what bone rattlin
Said the storm a travel
Of son the man off will.

Had unfold in hundred
Then to know to mean
Yet soul still a frighten
Held to look from near.

Kept low a thiner pointed
Why been told by lightnin
Flash caught: be unafraid.
What been of embodied.

Sun cant look straight at
Yet youre still surrounded
asked the only: am i dead
Findin palm a hand of witt.

While in pouring rain a wind
Kept howlin like a wild cat
Divine for noless at company
Havent feel a drop of rain.

What been so made to worry
Yet from fear my heart kept
While sip of ever wrong logic
Begged moaning by bended.

What reason if no meaning
Have lost still what no less
What hope is for to believe
Rest low in a shallow grave.

While stand tall and still
I remorse repent and cry
What end of world minute
Coatplayed where around.

Time has become to be
What long waits to find
Pray or hope you believe
Sharpened blade while.

What last word would fit
And song a darkest night
Of else more but forgive
To walk again with god.

What a play of full a thrill
Yet was held my heart
Given in fortunes fated
Made the well the right.

Sharpened blade was to be
So hard for my suprise
If comes end come peace
What to be or to be not.

Shall had the last of least
I toast a glad of delight
In dust told tale of cheer
I am to member to mind.

By measures of sorrow be
What word there to define
What hurt of we all parted
May come together to love.

What death called my fear
Now understand so life
The great shadow casted
Lighnin framed made up.

What to the last i believed
Thought to death i dyed
I had come to get to live
Death i praise any raintime.

What death i thought to be
Saw the same my eyes
Im no less of sure in dream
Call it a friend next time.

Blessed a grace to be
Hope a chance to find
Hesitate a day a merci
Born awaken and time

Them fieldwalks led
As leave my home
Thought be of fate
Eversince im born
Cause be i accept
When destiny call
More nothing less
At hand grip own
Of a promised had
Nevertheleast of
Thought be my day
When a feet goes
The road in writen
Hand handed thou
Word which name
Had given its hour
Souls body placed
Them self aborrow
Thenfore only well
When end to come
Have lookin harvest
Fare as well a long
Plant planted in land
When summer sow
Gave seeds the day
Came none of short
Share with laughter
Tasted our sorrows
And heres the last
Casted sun of dawn
Tale of story to end
Lasted however long
Takes agive to have
Remembered in song
Embody a different
Shape of given form
Reborn within aself
Understand a known
Hold a secret unsaid
Nonetheless a more
Morse left be unfelt
Loves had never told
Morrows before had
Sights amare unsaw
Lowers of lows left
Of man kept to know
Lovers of what aches
Heavens of be home
To be what our aim.

Whatevers a worth
Nights haven dream
Sacrifice i brought
Gods were pleased
Outofsudden told
Now is then to be
Time o may rejoyce
ours of company
I praised them all
Love in surrounded
Wise is the wisdom
Divine of their will
Of any doubt beyond
Suprise of delighted
How kind agenerous
Godlike their beauty
At far of all my awe
While above gazing
My eyes of my soul
Thrill found excited
I cried o perfection
might made beings
Just to had aknown
Heart set to peace
To find in the world
Bout what you is
This life gave worth
A while a meaning
The sun to set of
Done steps evenin
Day to night i was
Right giventh bliss
felt lighted by word
manners appreciated
spare what an hour
I had granted a wish
Yet adviced much so
Beware lust and greed
Want what is to want
have and not have to be
Corse hard to come
rest be to find an ease
Of hearts the sorrow
Havin the time to heal
So i done kept ahold
Had a part from vanity
Great might humbled
Asked to remember me
Answeared forever on.

At the edge where spirits
In a lead of candle light
Wayward heaven as if
Hurried in a great rush

Foretold had and lived
This age of yester now
Lets call as lets agree
Since isnt there to find

All of when we cherised
Maybe kept other side
Forgotten in memories
then we daydream bout

Lost for well is to wind
Played the left of rights
Of words written the ink
Never so cared to find

Roads of dead ended
Silent at fold ten times
Dull and black within
Overlooked made blind

Cold to have in winter
Land to cover in white
Rocked to the big sleep
By a very similar luluby

Longed in taste asweet
Place known be found
Tomorrow as today been
Then before it is what

Worlds i went travelin
Rest abones sacrificed
Hope my faith believed
And hoped for and how

Soul my chest abeatin
Hands hold their palm
Hour by last minute
Had slowly note afind

So what ends to begin
As the world turns around
Morning birds do sing
The dawn concerns not

May once at last it to be
Man onto own terms life
And definitions maturity
love a reason to grow up

Forget pants we are free
Kiss away the fool of doubt
When sky at hands reach
hand is reachin back down

Get down on your knees
merci sakes truth and just
After life another to live
Beg me please my heart

Shiver and blush for me
Be perfect like little child
Without shame alike guilt
A reason to dear to god

A Flower behind your ear
In hand a bottle of wine
golden grapes godpicked
Dancing you spill around

Pain to overcome suffer it
She yelled wisdom drunk
And for the death to defeat
She said you must die

In the far garden of magic
Above us lookin as only sky
Beyond right for ever since
I hurry in that great rush.

To a woman i am long in due what lovers call a rendezvous.

For love sakes i cry a cry or two, too old  for romance
my heart and strange it grew
for the world to confess.

But a fool fooling himself
he could ever have
what a chance of hope
with a woman like you.

Still what a man so hard to be
tend to keep to themselves,
many the hearts in the world
still it was mine, she walked in kicking her highheels off
poor little rich girl style.

Women im long in due of care and love i continue if just
even worlds apart in doing
What is said, the impossible.