Rambling stories of Indian maids on high marks

Rider and boat rower in salvage of a new country

A lost paradice left cold in souls seeking

Nor a deal cut in lodge on a Dead Sea

Said he with eyes burden in the love of lust

A smoldering kiss takes to a man in aspire

Stone laid as paid in a mantel of vision given place

Trial move in a fare of trail to be spoke before the fire

One drop of truth in a position kept in wild acceptance

Lady of my bar steps before the audience giving a new beat

Broom of cleaning lies in a corner next to the pan dealt hard

Crystal clear is as sad as the love left lay cold at her feet

Bloom of purpose escapes the fates of a man giving all owned

Close all stories cast into the well of failed accomplished woe

Low as the silence she shares with walls as they speak on last time of shadows living

Tired minds dance looking past the flames in her dancing eyes last of foe

Oh child leave me to take fast as polished steel trips in desert winds go

Clasp fasten in perfection of guns blazing past kindness left in sand counting

Shallow graves pull at strings holding stones of names giving dead praise

Grasp well the hand that keeps him free from the bottom feeders in hell

Growing in old as sun finds the song leading forward as spirits slow to raise

Mould a case built to defend as dying truth in red words mapped in last of praise

Days in love winds change in last vision calling forth to realize greatness in birth

Rolled like faces cast to the winners goes all spoils both in life and death spared

Earth stops at each phase of extended we cry moving into lines of wisdom continued to be

As walls lead me forward I taste the fruit of higher than taking each message free to dead

Words dance on the page as the sky cries for and demands all writers left

Cesar never loess wars cast the the scribe over the side

With walls burning bright the music of the fiddle cried

No marks to page or wall all poets died