Only for you! It’s true! These eccentric-poetic and theoretic views! As we breakthrough those blues, those clues, the dues and the hues. I will wait, I will wait. Awaiting, through the chills the pills, the shrills and thrills! I will wait, I will wait. Waiting through the beers, the cheers, the fears, leers, peers and tears! Awaiting through the dreary and weary...

Through the lonely and phony years... Waiting through the erratic and sporadic. The drastic, elastic and fantastic! I will wait, I will wait. As rotting bait! I will wait, I will wait. Awaiting the date the debate, the fate and the weight. Waiting to articulate and procreate! Fascinating this procrastinating! However, I will endeavor and wait,
I will wait and wait.

Horary! Awaiting I say for our hour of power. Waiting for this blissfully and wishfully day that our disgraced, misplaced ways may physically brace with embrace, grace and trace! I wait and I wait. People wonder why I blunder in ponder? You’re like the flu doesn’t that bother you? Answer, father figure I never knew? Still I will wait,
I will wait, I will wait for you…

How are you my friend,
Everything is not hunky-dory,
In this corona epoch daily.

Trusting is degraded its value,
After serpent deceived Eve
To outlaw on God with that Figtree.

Who will you trust dear friend,
Love has been lost its place,
In the heart of humanity in advance.

Demise is prowled behind us,
To take our goodness and peace,
Then to send us hell far distance.

Who will you trust you dear friend,
There are many thieves to steal innocent cry,
To say you believe me its horary modally.

I know the right place where it Is found,
It is in the haven peaceful personality,
To tell everything to our Lord, to Almighty.


April 3, 2020
Alemseged Sisay W.

The Angel oak boughs  lovely to behold
This horary tree so blest a grand tree.
Old  trees to behold are  the huge Redwoods,
Clear cutting woods they made me quite angry.
Lay me down to rest ;my soul feels not old
Those who **** ancient forests go to Hell.

Ancient forests wrecked I'm angry as Hell,
Angraboda tree the Angel oak - behold    
Other beatific trees are the Redwoods,
The  red oak rusty brown bark a grand tree.
Cutting these trees down-I'm ****** angry,
And pols are vermin their plans way to old

Trees like a skyscraper th epic  redwoods
And hike thru these woods when I was not old
I sat at rest beneath a cedar tree.
Those who destroy them are stupid as Hell
Old growth forests a biome  please behold  
Lay waist to old growth woods I am angry,

Most of the old growth gone makes me angry
I wonder what critters live in Redwoods.
The hair of Jord visit it and behold
I walked thru the green when I was not old
The forest were bare of old trees,oh hell
Old growth Cedars are one hell of a tree,  

What type of vibe could I get from that tree?
Logging roads in BC  grave ,I'm angry,
To lazy to help these pols belong in hell,
Love to muse beneath a  pair of Redwoods.
Protest clear cutting this method not old
Clear  cutting woods -a plain shock to behold..

Envoi:
I am wheelchair bound my protest days to old
Time to stop logging Redwoods ,no,oh Hell,
An Angel oak tree I want to behold.