How great was this Country!
No more, No more, No more,
Who opened, the Gates
Of infamy and slander?
...
Is murder, killing
Part of our d n a?
Seems so many
Have not outgrown
...
It may be that,
Poets have a third eye
Hidden, way down
In their prodigious
...
Down the hill
And up to trouble
We are in
Very bad bubble,
...
They're are loves
That last forever
Even though, they've gone away
They're alive in memory's pleasure
...
We all need
Desperately,
Sentimentally
Someone, something
...
I want to write
Myself
Right into a Sphere
Where all sadness
...
There I sit,
Day after day,
Ruminating words
Juggling thoughts
...