As is I studed mythology
methodically, and had
stumbled across poetry.  
An art inform
Michealangleosand Toulereic.  
Casting a name
my father's train
turned into misogeny.  
Neoteny, mutiny, glutony,
and scruteny, all mashed to
gather.  If Dracula, is Jacob,
as John is to Attilla, and the
father of Abraham, Moses, and
Isacclee.  How due it two
the explanation of mythology?
Green mists, bats, wolves or were wolves
as a matter of fact, what by God's
creations do they mean
by Dogs of Thunder.  
Oh, a poetry be Aye,
to the Christmas time,
and the cry of the broken
crayon.  When do or die
meets my eyes
sacleblur to much monster
ment OyYea, to understanding
masses of poets treating and
reading a masterful poets tree.  
I and three make one,
I and thee make two,
I and geez do a lot of things
but must make better soliloqui.

See!
You children.
How dulcet is the morning
With rosy resplendence rising!

See!
You children.
How silvery is the sky
With pearls-studed blanket beaming!

See!
You children.
How sweet are the fluffy flowers
With their delicate petals opening wide!

know!
You children.
They are beautiful
For they sing smile and laughter!

Learn!
you children.
Wear smile on your faces
For it is cup of delight of life.

Blood painted stripes on his shoulder,
His duty that weighs a boulder.
Patriotism flowing through his veins,
Yet his dignity studed with stains.

With bullet holes in his chest,
He carried the flag to the mountain's crest.
Inhaling courage and exhaling fear,
Fighting to prove wrong every smear.

Watching tombstones which were once a life,
On a blunt rock he sharpens his knife.
Pledging to make the enemy repay,
He confides his deeds to statues of clay.

Protector of freedom and warrior of the weak,
The vast warlands of his might they speak.
He stands atop the conqured dome,
He's a soldier who never came home.