Freestyle
The day is already spun
Dawn fails to catch up to
the runaway sun
The horizon is the hand
jerking of the sun to come
Humanitys morning –glory-continuation
of a never ending story
day shot of from dawns phallic gun-a new verse
of days poetry so divine has begun
Meditating feeling like
the mind is holding the rays pulling
up the sun-making it rise-
I sleep in your thoughts
And wake fully dressed in your head like a dream
lm hollow but full of
life and songs like a drum
For any palace and every ghetto to slum -today is
for living do not be numb
Life is a sequel and death
her equal
The moon is a freak of
nature her backside is to the sky
She is the sun in the robs
of whiteness
When she leaves her fragmented daughters and suns play twinkle twinkle our
little stars
Mother earth gave birth to
the forests that rest on the edge’s of
the city
Man birth the gun to
reduce his daughters and sons
Rise up all of you who
have been living in your dreams
The rest of the planet’s are divorce’s only the planet Saturn wear’s
the ring’s
Life is a developing love
story that’s beautiful bittersweet
Observation’s
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