I'm a lyer
I'm a cryer
I'm a sigher
I'm a lyer

One thing about nature is
You cannot lie.
Unlike history books in front of us
they're simple like the mind.

One might question the simplicity
that controls us everyday.
The mind means well this I know
in every possible way.

No matter who you are
or what you might have done.
I believe our mind
it is simple in it's one.

Spend some time outside
and soak it all in.
Let the wind possess you
and take it's words within.

Love is a thought
that possesses my mind.
I pray and hope every night
to find one of my kind.

Outside makes me happy
even in this winter weather.
I know I will find a man
comforting as my winter sweater.

So today I will praise this grey sky
because it is true as can be.
The birds are chirping loud as loud
and still I think about Steve.

What do I do that I should unt
Not my head - Yes, my head is
The invisible visible arrounding
My Gordian not mind.

Beavering my dam thoughts
Roof of skull / Well of the
Spitting poison from the snakes
Of memory.

Dizzying array of new
Sensations that my
**** ******-head
(Low water deep;
Clammy dome of sticks as wooden sky)
Trapped am I? Trapped
I am anti-future, or
Post-passed past.

You: lye!
Me: Lyer.
Truth is the surface
Of water; Lies either/
Both above as below.

Steeling thoughts/Stealing memory;
Beavers build domes
Two pro Techt
Selves/Them
In the things of schemes
Am I the ****** or
Am I the dome whence
It hides?

Loving every other side
Of never ******-other felled
Gnawed tree
Outside the inside of my
******. Dam. Existence