Written left there sitting befitting a time.. said in play with what you say.. find honor and crime..
many years lived energy leaked a social sieve.. makes a hoarder.. landlord.. boarder.. need a path to live.. actions written.. liars quitting.. history comes around.. some of honor.. faith of soulful..
peanuts for the clowns..
Down around Africa seems they lost their way.. hiding in the jungle.. life must seem a play.. true dreams of when a child.. what known to feel right.. as with life.. your past blows in..
shows something not done right..
Song of wonder.. storms will thunder.. passion beats each heart.. love as you want to be loved.. sad when love departs.. who you are.. life near or far.. reflect in looking-glass.. will show each piece of self you lose..
when Karma makes a pass..
There are women so abused.. children lose their glow.. bringing acts of others back.. as your shadow grows.. past will come to future.. look around.. you know.. every pain a lack of gain..
is one expensive show..
One moving with caution may say.. ‘but sometimes..’ to credit hesitation.. I am glad my one face makes me and ‘all the time’ person.. Peace T.