For the sake of those old cleets of yours on the floor by the door.

for they remind me of a thing, a feeling, a meaning, a truth, so very similar to a truth many might agree and feel.

Pummeled, bombarded, is the oceans of the beauty of the very love we all see.

patient, kind, loving, attentive, sensitive to the slightest motion, in turning a tightness so deserving as to render the backside of a mountain a mouses naked tail be that of our forward motion as we trains upon these rails.

hence when, has this or that been the bottom line up front* of the very essence of a man or their works , the things they have done, accused, intended or otherwise? we all yell out with a rebel yell as to say, here my friend on this very day, the deeds of a man be counted for none were missed or remissed to find light in the hearts of any good man to be shamed or shameful , for mine eyes , mine teeth, mine heart too truly do taste, see, feel the core of the you in me.
So how could it be any other way than to be tghat of honest men fighting the hardest and most dangerous fight of the very lives from time, times and half a times back.

So for the very pains you have endured, every humiliation you have embraced, every heart torn scar that has marred up your beautiful face, every single tormented manipulation you knowingly chose to walk face first into, I say to you, thank you, for you too have a heart of gold and a soul that i shall pray and stand for on any **** day, and every **** way, for the very sake of mine own.
for you too, know how truly important this really is, and what is at stake, and my good friend, we are brothers , sisters, family to the very very very and truly very bitter or beautiful end, either way, i love the you i see in me.

I can put away my socks,
My shin guards,
My cleets.
Soccer is over,
There aren't any more meets.
It makes me so sad,
That our season has ended,
But I am so glad,
So many I've befriended.
This season has flown by,
Faster than a happy dream.
I've had such a wonderful time,
Playing on this team.

Dance to the little drum beats.
Skipping through city streets in **** boy cleets.
Dancing  like its no little feat.

Crawling through allways filled with weapers
I find myself at the top. I might be one of the leapers

Dancing on skyline roofs in my freshman hoofs.
I don't have enough proof.

Just this wide blue roof
Falling upwards with a passion  
No distractions.


Black bag blankets and broken tracking anklets
Desperate situations  call for unecasarry fixations

Ive spent to long wrapping myself in ellation
To notice the devastation beneath me.

I see it now

As I fall


So slowly towards the sky