I have laughed I have wept I have loved And I have left I have gazed
I see you light up the net red lips, a little wet eyes screaming to be pleasing the men thrusting, squeezing and I’m following
She’s got such a good heart It just lies broken in the rain For I left her when winter came And we met equally in between During the summer of '14
Dancing upon the lands, Before the coming of sundown’s, Effervescent glow, Were crystals of snow, That held questions,
The Purple Studded Rusted Blade, It come around the alley bend, With a Chrysanthemum’s fading pai… He began to sweep the streets agai… The Man who stumbled along,
I never want to sleep again see her eyes, face, her love withi… See her motion, grace, pain, and s… See her come, go, start and begin My heart boils, desire shall not a…
In the golden sunlight, by the eme… In the softness of the fresh grass… I traced my tired fingers across h… Had I, in my younger days thought… Held her closer in the shade of pe…
Morning light coming through the d… as if fire was in the air all arou… tickling keys with mind’s stages s… I cannot reach yet to describe, bu… A bird is speaking outside a windo…
Tell me who you love baby I say, tell me who you love lady? We’ll take my ride, watch stars fl… under the endless night sky Tell me who you love and why?
In any valley, in any land, that a… Out come the dice, for fates hand… The peasants, the princes, the poe… The Kings, The Queens, the slave… All jump through their blasted fir…
I punched a black hole into realit… King and Queen disappeared into n… and I, lonely rambler, their lavis… was never seen again Realm of swirling tornadoes,
Past the calm lake where, Geese usually flock, Through and through, A shattered rock path that, Has been forgot,
Before me, a field is Open, More roots than can be counted, The songs they sing, bring life in… Essence or non-essence? Struggle or strife?
The sun is setting upon the hill, Where I once walked with my love, I remember her well, standing stil… With the beauty of a young dove, Now the winds blow heavy,
The dead flower girls dance, They came to me in a trance, Of faded yellow golden skins, That did not hide what lay within, And the steeple bathed in sunlight…