I am changed.
I have regarded path
Seen generations
distorted normalcy.
Death has been guns and starvation panic and elliptical pleasure Have chosen not To love and forgotten while loving. Viewed greed by stealing bread. And mourned my birth. Only to bounce an orange ball Taking which ever way It would land On rocky earth. The pebbles chaotic direction.. and the day is here and in panic. the tellings of interests , what do you ask me, who am I to be inside the forced inventions . what I would give you and pass away,, what I hear. is telling me to forget , days slowly pass. When I want something gone, what I want! Muse stage, there where I am not. Just standing only as inner concern affect the moron. There is a place to stand, unknown, People are seen in this land for better or worst. I write in public, there is hope. I hear a Pan-Drum, I know the sound, as a friends instrument who for Christmas would smoke with lemon and tobacco. rhythm for life, tonight again I have felt rhythm given where only the muse can go. I felt paranoia of people who liked me. Shifting to view and re- approaching some effect of war ship, I see the smiles go down when I am not on. People love to kiss while a person writes. a philosophic reaction completes environment and a Muse gets a prayer. Telling the cat to come with the can opener.. by k.a.ambrose i do not have the dreams of my youth, if my youth had dreams. i see the world plain were once it was all faith. faith hasn't failed me, but dreams have, one separated from the other. the difference of love from romancing. I wonder where I would be without the constant re-considerations of life, and the defiant abstraction. The Heart is man made. This heart is man made. put together with string and tape staples and excessive bits of cloth mended with novels of ancient statesmen and poets of honor. This heart is man made. Treated with time and devotion created around idea�s and fortified with experience. It is made to withstand it�s self. to honor what has been life with what is ultimately love. which gods call peace without creating. But I was born a stone giant Each day has an appreciation and a failing One seen leaves five unrecognized. a broad fence this life post; self known As any can predict for only weights of self possession. Growth eludes a moral base. I am wrong to make comments on stones. Conditional amulets Given to the poor to give again to get lighter ones. So I lived another day Diamonds a pile of quarts at my feet thrown for the ripples I am about to give away to give away again prismatic cuts and healings next rock thrusts ever to gravities In turn I am given Iron ore tattoos and eventually ripping shale to let light through. Arms Made Lofty Arms made lofty Warrior strong amended from Guilt. devoted passive yielding Arms made Lofty cast unspoken equality familiar mystic hindrance only the man allie fearing panic and retreat so lofty can only cry. armed poetry hangs aloft. The air makes joke of my mood. The air makes joke of my mood. Peeping out of clouds and back against a proposed conversation with God. Attribution to tone and alert nature. A paranoia Maybe accumulating but the animal �the forest wide� accepts what is controlled and what is nature. A Lasting point for some sane man Pretending to be insane, through and including reason. off and off and off and off. Slowly the bus goes to Hampshire I feel this prejudice of knowledge. within me , cause I let it. I see myself as an actor for a response to trauma escaping home into the thoughts and feel paranoia the off shot of clairvoyance and vibe as contradiction to actual energy. Removing the Mask Artist the rebellion to show honesty the cause I have trained in humanity without college or scheduled courses but by the hand to see and the heart to feel I have been trying to survive Early consciousness Cultural Opinions and Moral Hypocrisy. I wasn�t yet part of life every angle commonly accepted of time I grew disrupted the honesty purging life from wholesomeness and left beauty arrayed like stains on cotton. Untold while Dressed in priest robs Somehow I found my actions with this Pen the only humanity I could join and by nineteen was on my own with a transient�s equality Everywhere a traveler�s peace. always going somewhere Never staying anywhere. the country peels away slowly at the dirt Leaves rustling going no where. the sun fading in and out of clouds no straight lines in wood, Nature and conscious. forgetting what we get. And what is day surrounded in plee�s guilty to freedoms, needing survival when costs mount up A severity is country and pride. I go to work which works backward to the individual I want. Possession of character taunting . Jeering from the side. a holding a placement spiritually occupied. and it is just life the lived verses of chase the tail. So with a phone I must start again. with a car I must start again with developed talent what chances are real music , my hands the confusion of being tired the honesty of choices. Where else but America where is need met. for this �exceptance� self divined wishes. Each day has an appreciation Each day has an appreciation And a failing.. One seen, leaves Five unrecognized. A broad stone fence, this life posts Self known, As any can predict For only weights Of passion-al grow Elude a morel base. I am wrong to make Comments on stones. Conditioned amulets Given to the poor To give again to get Lighter ones. So I lived another day Diamonds. A pile of quarts beside I am about to give away To give away; again. .at my feet are those Thrown for the ripples Prismatic cuts Next rock thrusts Ever to gravites sake, In turn i am given Iron ore tattoos, Eventually ripping Shale to let light through. Next page, Tonight I found comment Like Dh Lawerance Over an eight Ball table, The crack first hit, steady posturing A confidence that looks down the line At angles. Silently calming skittish limbs shake hands. � this is easy�. Appreciation scores gratitude A stones weight taken away. But I didn�t end thee I compiled a list Habit lances Holding held Slate corridors graphettied. Exchanging take and give. �Please leave me alone. For a moment loosing cool To saddened eyes. My own like wise. �I like to watch billiards� Standing in my way Intoxicated stumbling blaggards Another being I am to learn Of learning Shipping stones watery side. �gaining by giving� earning a stone lighter. For embrace what can not be held Human purpose, While saddened The pile at my feet Slowly disappearing every day. A diamond defined the restive time I speed with like purpose Energy polarities attract Through stone Sorry for a change I say Learn me. Sorry for a couple of brief Moments god turns Complacent to necessity. Irritants pass, Stated. Line To many words, listening to a poet tell Better the wisdom to disavow Person as one Missing a stoned body A bright eyes wanderer In rubble soft. Different i will sleep now. The day is done and gone A heart which hears a self Will never be alone. Oh , what help Oh , what help could the youth be , a head of angels harmless the utopian views. There where we , care with hope , telling of infancy,, An asking of the known, a feeling for knowledge Inside the vestige of age the addicted writer is doomed. Here where it never makes sense to make sense. Responsibility unlucky. My dating the kingdoms demise,, But it is a consciousness that falls. It is the opposite to feeling . and easy to see. It has no pledge. , or pledges in secret. A subconscious rebellion. Mirrors.
