True Visionary Poem by Louis Borgo

If the sun is to rise it is surely to burn
Ashes to ashes and dusk to dusk welcome the
cole's of weather to heart to heart of
tunnel vision and last of the avenage snowy weather and frogs
that look like worthy princes how cold is it to leave a chip
those you bet and those who gamble know to well that the house always win
patterns of suggest love lost and those who have lost
what are stories that lead to a truth avenager
love held a the tip of the tongue for war or lost of the numb for the weather
for brave heart and stories teller all that i ask is how did we get to such a beginning