Swerving pages, pages of forgotten memories
entwined in the behinds,
Memories hacked into a slacking haggard cursed
tree,
...
Here i am with my stone, my precious stone,
A rare treasure, A gemstone,
Here i am in my teeny-weeny room,
Protecting my precious stone,
...
Droplet from heavy skies mix with blown sands
The gutter sputters tiding waters to untar roads
Kids with thoughts of tarradiddle tarry in view of angered clouds
Purring praise to looming catastrophe bestowed
...
On this shores of earth, dry bones are washed ashore
Bones once bustling with agility, carcass that are of commanders of ships
Brought ashore by tides that rives soul and body apart, sailors from ship afore
Swept into hands of playing toddlers by evil winds grip
...
That hand bring Wreathe to you- wish
Save pain as take breath
Not breathe air but respire wind
Nor fragrances but breathe stench
...
Many breaths took
Much joy gave
Many clasp shoulder
Many gazes got
...
Day goes low fore- sprouts forth
Yet to seemly unending dark
One plunk by beloved demise
...
Slumber not in chamber lapse
Nor abet him with misdeed intent
But will unto foe' strength
And mourn him who cons you
...
The feathery one hovers on
With wings of fledgling gait
Free- it caws in winds
But hearts pose spears
...
Anger - In silence
To and fro in eyes
Put razor veins
And smoke lungs
...