As hot as the sandy desert the red mustang zig zags and makes a path
This young group are heated with the passion that drives them
Nothing for miles and miles but pure white dust
Taking turns their excitement will take it all in
One will lose herself in mindless imaginary rythym
Others left to explore their minds as the phoenix cicles above
What thoughts and fears each shared through distorted images
Their leader now worshiped but yet he too is as lost as they
What plain had he sought?
What hope did he seek?
Only in his mind a world of words and pain connected
In the end, they still remained
His poetry free now, as too his spirit
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What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
Absolutely beautiful piece of poetry.