Spirit Walk Poem by Butch Decatoria

Panacea
Predestined
Predeterm¬ined manifesto

The Mother's womb where spirit blooms
Instinctual wonderment

Yet the kind are almost extinct
Wish and their screaming wings
To stars moon dreams…

The loneliest finds wisdom
Northward believing
So gains his willful strength
Being
A "Self" beginning
Un-scrawling secrets

Once lauded in lament
Gone are its notes
And perforce coins' anarchy
Collects in its place pockets full
Full of glory beauty
Accounts rather for star gazing,

Advice with considerations Glow
Knowing now a purpose
In the Truthful
Journey
Destined
Fulfilling
The lesser roads to constellations
Worthy of ghosts memories din
Renderings from every heaven

In evenings the stars destiny is written...