It was cold last of fire blsting gunpowder to resting upon a flame waiting resistance of anger, hate, in tone of writing history the hard way after time and spirit left.

The dawn came as always just over a bunker filled with hope, death waits but may it wait another day, watched the remains of last nights beer hauled to a pit, nothing like a mistake, travel hard and hold that line, die if you need to keep that piece of ground
Wishes planted like trees in tombstones

Crazy are words that fail to print on a page left cold to reality, should I die mother placing my writings in a box for my son.

Bays work my mind as the southern lad pushes past dread

Ways work in shade of trees keeping secret from lovers love
Days wash upon rocks moved threads of anger to move on
Years play wise in sheds kept to work a dire place of want

Tears tread as the blues tangles truth into reality about you
Laughter tears apart the wishes and every gift lays bare on stone
Sped a reason rile of traveled past emotion gathered in fates lap tried
Space moves in quantum wisdom from trite to theory cast hard
Chase is but rocks in burden gather moss in darken spirit gone

Secede chant be relished in needs left cold as the pool left empty
Lied is the mirror on a cumbersome trail of love leaving need
Cried as salt tire relates a age of people sleeping on nails passing
Beat of heartache moves to shadow wanting sun to expand trust left
Feet dig deep into sleep not accepted by human voice only a God would see
Wise is the dark mud of water waiting a gift of life upon alter placed for
Lies stop s the edge of a mantle holding both book and candle with cross

Beside springs of evolution man dries the hamper of love verse kept

Wide-eyed child plays with reality keeping rhyme solid as day
To pursue a view upon a hill with rocks cast for the deity of time
Stars blind the gifted child of sound as drink and water baptize

Bars fall in black dreary wishes from a face seeking for value
Over in a vile on a blanket travel moves and the lover becomes the loved
Lover slept past tears gather in buckets for the death choir sleeping fast
Deceit wipes the web of spider and fly gathered for young rebirth meal
Feet trample all the shalom played death gathered no recourse just freedom

Caresses of fingers dress the ach of past to present future plotting
Tresses drop to smiles left in hold of angels shining past dawn
Done is the dream of book and lore upon a bed gone cold before death
One small child leads the path to wisdom needed to plead for the e souls
Lip shivers in verses to be written as the poet placed the ink and cried for life
Ship left port of heartbeat on a great stage of reasons for the need to succeed
Knee bent to God and king in wishes granted both on a stone of death

Me write the lingering thoughts of the last tribute needed for hope cried

Free as the looking past mirror on the wall of eternity lost to reason theory
Stream moves the energy past blocks theory and prefix gathering moss
Dream breaks the dawn in hurt and reason stronger than pain that leaves me

Ever a shadow draws forth eh color of rainbows burdened with life kept
Shiver as slide in value given a small being dragged upon a silent stage
Clot of anger pushed the push of fate practicing being alive
Not a sound upon a palette blurred in grays to pinks dressed for amber hate
Account settled in water bubbling a cauldron stained by man bleed in hope
Mount left alone to pull a lasting wish from all who fight the good fight
Weakest of small pushes the threshold to a limit beyond resistance

Sleekest a boast in tavern long before man could relate to God and sunset