seeds planted
     in fertile  mind
                    matter
  
      growing    o u t    to   grope
 around dirty windows
to the soul
  these vines   of the mind
 take route
              s p e e d i n g   thoughts
  burning       neural   pathways
         across    information
                    freeways
       and run down
             the  rundown
   
           screaming
     "so sorry
  my karma
  ran over
     your dogma!"

nature now
  redefining my meaning
   because my heart beats
            in seasons

   the billboards now tell
    life and love
        are   2wo   separate entities
   separate
        and un equal
   life trampling tall grass
            staining it
    native red
  and love    /segregated/
    to the               back
      of the bus

        i died every time
       eye opened
        my i
             but soon bloomed
    in season
      with G*D's gentle
         >kiss<

     inducing
      the sweetest
        s
         o
          u
           l
            g
             a
               s
                 m
                  .
                   .
                    .